So far, she has raised and successfully launched (so far) 5 little birds from the nest. 2 remain at home though, and for the first time in 20-something years (a lady never tells), my parents actually have a bedroom/bathroom to offspring ration that approaches something like the American average.
Not that it’s something they – or any of the seven of us – would have traded, but I’m sure they are glorying in the space they have now. At least until the next holiday break rolls around and the college kids return to raid the fridge.
They redid their kitchen when I left for college, and that has remained the gorgeous heart of our home. Their master bedroom and bath is also in pretty good shape, thanks to my dad’s rocking handyman skills.
There is a sore spot though, a sadly abused and neglected room that my mother has probably spent more collective hours in than any other in the house. Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures of it, but suffice it to say it is not overly attractive, but it does get the job done.
You guessed it folks: it’s the laundry room.
Being the good little technology literate offspring that I am, I painstakingly collected and emailed images of drool-worthy shelving, storage, and washer/dryer arrangements to mom this morning, only to be rebuffed by a mutual confusion over file transfers.
So without further ado, I give you (mostly you, mom) the inspiration board for the Senour laundry room renovation of 2012. Because I can’t figure out an easier way to show this to you, Mom, and since you’re my most faithful reader and approximately 10% of my regular viewing audience, I thought you deserved your very own post.