The Temple of Laundry

Behold the Laundry Room before -------->

Actually, not a room, just a washer and dryer tucked next to the water heater in the garage. The dryer is vented improperly (and unlawfully, I might add). It seems that the State of California just doesn't approve of huge amounts of flammable lint wafting its way out of the dryer through a cheap bendy hose into a nasty bucket of slimy water as a method of venting. I am truly thankful that we never had a fire.

We are a tad nostalgic about the machines themselves, as they, along with the refrigerator, were one of our first purchases as newlyweds, right after buying the first house. Like the refrigerator, they've lived a good 13+ year life and are now breaking down, becoming less efficient, and generally not working all that well. Unlike the marriage, which we're keeping, we're ditching the applicances and getting the newest, sexiest, and most efficient models that we can afford.

The new front-loading, pedestal-sitting, Energy Star rated washer and dryer will hold a place of honor in our new inside laundry room, which I have dubbed The Temple of Laundry. This is in part because, with three young children, laundry is a Big Deal at our house. And partly because the new inside laundry room is approximately half the size of the dining room which was currently in that space. I'm not sure I'll ever love doing laundry, but it will be a lot less painful in the new beautiful room. And I won't have to worry about stray socks and pairs of underwear dropping on the floor of the garage, hooray!