Hello everyone! Hope you’re all enjoying glimpses of spring.
So remember that laundry room we started remodeling back in January?
Somewhere around the middle of January, we broke ground on this messy project. However, since our handyman has a full-time job and due to many weather delays, the laundry room is still not finished.
Nevertheless, progress has been made!
First of all, there aren’t any more gaping holes in our walls or ceiling. Sorry, rats. Move along.
Second, we have one functioning, sleek ceiling fan instead of multiple, dysfunctional fixtures.
Third, our window has been framed out.
Simple aesthetics like framed windows and solid walls makes me feel good and clean; like I live in a house built for humans instead of neanderthals.
Any guesses on which repair took the longest?
I’ll give you a hint: PLUMBING.
Even though I’ve never met him, the man who used to own this house built/repaired a lot of it himself. However, in the case of our laundry room drain lines, when one got clogged, he simply built another…and another. So that’s how we wound up with THREE separate drain lines to choose from. How luxurious is that?? Still, I think we will just stick with one.
So now that the floor is finally cleared of all it’s rubble, I thought I’d give you a tour of what lies beneath our laundry room…
Down nine semi-rickety stairs lies a small cellar.
And maybe a few spiders. And that dirty rag there.
I may or may not have squealed and EEK!ed during my entire journey down. It’s been a couple years since I’ve been down here, and a lot of things could have happened in two years.
- Rat business meetings and birthday parties
- Brown Recluse infestations
I mean, doesn’t this corner look like the spot where police removed “the body”?
Don’t look now, but that creepy skin guy from Silence of the Lambs is right behind you, quietly breathing down your neck—OKAY TIME TO GET OUTTA HERE!
Only nine steps to safety!
(For the record, I’d have picked up that dirty rag if I wasn’t running from a killer.)
Above ground, I’m really quite proud of our cellar. It’s 12×12 feet of space where we can safely hide during a storm and where we can store pickles and wine…and bodies. Thankfully the room is equipped with a light fixture and an electrical outlet. I doubt either of these things work at the moment, but at least they’re there.
I’m thinking after a coat of good paint and a few shelves, I’ll get the place looking non murder-scene-looking in no time. You know, something along these lines:
In the meantime, there is still plenty of work to do above ground. One area of the floor will need to be repaired. You know, the part of the floor that looks like this:
After that it’s time to paint, paint, paint! Here’s to long projects.
Do you own a cellar? If so, are you afraid to go in it?