So I got a bit of grief (from those who shall remain nameless!) for basking in the glory of my newly organized baking cabinet. To think that the rest of my house and my life is as organized as that one cabinet would be a big mistake. I bask in its order and loveliness as a method of avoidance of this mess that resides in my second floor laundry room. After nine years of our love / hate relationship with our combination washer and dryer – when it worked, it worked brilliantly, when it didn’t it was the biggest headache to service – it finally blew up in a smoky, smelly mess a few weeks back. It’s not a simple fix. We can’t just go down to Home Depot and buy the newest model on sale. We’re switching over to two units, but those two units have to be compact units, under counter style, with the ability to stack. It involves venting where there was no vent before, an electrician to run an additional circuit and install outlets, and a special order for the appliances themselves – only FOUR models exist that fit the bill. Two were such high end units that we would have ended up putting 5K in the room before it was all said and done. For five thousand dollars I’d gladly hire someone to come in once a week and DO my laundry.
So my baking cabinet might look blissful, but this is the current state of my laundry room:
Upper cabinet removed to accommodate the second unit. Trim removed from the base of the upper cabinets and wall. Two hooks removed from the back wall.
One missing machine – the countertop will have to be cut down in place to accommodate the stacking units, and we’re in the process of determining a way to trim the whole thing out to maintain the built-in look that we like about this room.
And the old unit, sitting in the room that never gets finished because there’s always some sort of thing blowing up somewhere in the house that needs to be tended to. So last Sunday M got to take the remnants from Saturday night’s stomach virus fiasco to the laundromat and wash them multiple times in hot water at $3.25 a load, and I get to spend my day off tomorrow figuring out how to get a week’s worth of laundry and a baby in a car seat through the 6 inches of snow on the sidewalks and into the street parked car and in and out of a laundromat when I can’t set any of it down on the pavement.
Soon enough it will all be fixed, and we’ll move on to the next fire – tax filing, or roof repair, or new tires on the truck… and in the meantime I’ll open that baking cabinet occasionally and dream of a life as organized and orderly as those flours.