My Confession ~ I Like Porn

Laundry room porn that is.

There can’t be a woman alive who enjoys doing laundry. If there is, I’d like to meet her.

Laundry is a pain in the rump. It’s boring as all get out. And I swear the dirty clothes multiply in the hamper. No matter how many loads I do, piles remain. It’s never-ending. The ONLY way you can be caught up is to do it naked, and, ah, sorry, I don’t want to be left traipsing around my house naked with teenage sons.

 Since there really isn’t a solution to dirty laundry, unless you throw it away and buy new stuff, which just isn’t economically sound Peg Bundy, I’ve decided that I WANT a HUGE laundry room.

 This is where my laundry room porn comes into play. I peruse pictures of laundry rooms and day-dream of when I build my next house and how my laundry will be as large my existing kitchen (because my new kitchen will be at least twice as large as my existing one!).

My new laundry room will have space not only for my big ass industrial size washer and dryer but also for my ironing board, all of my irons (I have 4), my laundry supplies, which means lots and lots of cupboards, a sink, forget the ugly ass stationary tub, and a TV! Oh, that’s a must. Who the heck likes being cooped up in a cubby hole folding clothes with nothing but the hum of the dryer? Not me. I also want enough room for all my sewing and crafting supplies. If I find a missing button, I can immediately sit at my table and sew it on right there rather than take it upstairs to my sewing kit. Which leads me to another MUST-HAVE. The laundry room MUST be on the same level as all the other rooms. I HATE steps. 

 I already have my laundry room design…actually I have my entire new house designed and my HUGE laundry room is off my HUGE kitchen which is next to the HUGE great room…you get the idea, I want HUGE rooms. Not a lot of them, mind you, because I don't want to clean the darn things! Just give me SPACE.

And my spacious laundry room.

So, yes, I LOVE laundry room porn.