One of the first things I had to do upon moving to our new apartment was apologize to my neighbor.
“I am so … so sorry I lost my patience the other day,” I began sheepishly in the middle of the parking lot.
“Yeah, you seemed a little … upset,” she said, folding her arms and looking at me warily.
But at the time, I was upset! We had just moved, I was overwhelmed and I had probably eight to 10 loads of backed-up laundry to do. It was now or never.
So, of course, the ONE washing machine in our building was in use. It didn’t help that the door to this tiny room weighed 80 pounds and had one mission in life: to slam shut as hard and fast as possible.
Miffed, I wrestled with the door and lugged my basket back to our apartment. Forty minutes later, I lugged it down again. Another load was in the machine. Foiled! This time I left my basket in the room as a subtle place-saver.
When I returned a third time, a woman was there shoving another load into the machine. A clear violation of my place-saving protocol. That’s when I semi-lost it.
“Oh, you have another load?” I asked pointedly.
“Um, well, yes,” she said meekly. (It wasn’t until later that I looked in the mirror and noticed my crazy-lady hair.) “Is that a problem?”
“No … oh no! It’s not a problem! I’m just going to take all of this to the laundromat instead!” I struggled with my basket and threw open the door with my foot.
She very nicely offered to let me do my load instead, but I refused out of pride, naturally. I shoved my basket outside and the door dramatically — yet unintentionally — slammed with great effect.
Was this how it was going to be? I thought, not yet embarrassed by the exchange. Waiting endlessly for that damn machine to be free?
How many times, whether in college dorms, shared apartments or laundromats, had I been hamstrung in my efforts to do laundry by machines filled with limp clothing? I imagined their neglectful owners were far too busy drinking a beer or napping to consider the fact that someone else needed to do laundry.
It made the thankless job of laundry all the more unenjoyable.
Which brings me to the topic at hand today: laundry room inspiration!
Ahhhh … that’s more like it.
In planning our home remodel, I was sort of at a loss of what to do with the laundry area. My only experience in this area involved an assortment of rickety machines stashed in a corner of our dirty garage. Every time I saw a dedicated laundry “room” in a magazine, it seemed sort of frivolous — yet intriguing — like a gift-wrapping room.
So, when Kevin asked what I wanted/needed, I was modest. Oh, I’m sure a little closet will do.
“I don’t need a big folding table. I’ll just fold clothes on the bed!” I said cheerily.
But that was before moving to this apartment, where I discovered that folding clothes on a bed simply sucks.
First of all, it really only works if your bed is made. That in itself is a challenge. Also, I never get everything folded and put away in one day. That means staying up late to finish or relocating everything before you go to bed. Or in my case, wiping the clothes off the bed and onto the floor before face-planting onto my pillow.
So, while I won’t have a laundry room (oh, sniff) I have plenty of space to make magic happen.
The laundry will be located on the second floor, just off the stair landing. It’s gonna be sweet having it so close to the bedrooms; no more lugging everything down to the scary garage!
Previously, the laundry area was going to be divided in two; one containing the machines and the other serving as a linen closet. But now it’s going to be one, big ol’ long space, measuring at about 9-1/2 feet long by 2-1/2 feet wide. Now I’m worried it’s too long!
The machines will sit side-by-side on the floor and a long counter will stretch all the way across. Surely this will be enough folding space for five people!
Above this will be lots of shelves or cabinets, which will also extend the length of the counter and serve as the linen closet and laundry supplies storage.
Game on, right?
Given the length of this beast, I think it’ll be tough to have doors to close it all off completely. I guess we could do folding doors. But I’m still thinking of other ways to make it disappear from view. Here’s an idea.
While we work out the details, here are a few other things that have caught my eye:
These bins from Home Decorators tilt out. Sweet!
I have no business getting a drying rack. It’s not like I ever hand-wash anything. But still, it makes me feel like a professional!
This I’m definitely doing. But maybe not have it be transparent, especially if I’m going for a “in plain view” kinda laundry space.
That’s pretty cool. Although, it seems like all kinds of horrible things could go wrong in my efforts to refill it.
Well, I’m going to get back to fantasizing about the perfect laundry space and obsessively Pinning it. Sexy, I know.
In the meantime, I’m going to exercise a little more patience in the apartment living department. Thankfully, my neighbor and I are on good terms. Nothing a heartfelt apology can’t solve!
Ironically, ever since the laundry room incident I haven’t had to deal with any more scheduling conflicts. Maybe my tough guy act is getting me a little respect around here!