I have a confession. Since we moved into this house, N has done the majority of the laundry. For a couple reasons.
1. He's awesome. Best husband ever.
2. I'm afraid of the laundry room.
Yes, I admit it. The basement laundry freaks me out. But, probably not for the reasons you're imagining. I don't fear monsters, or boogey men or anything you'd find in a horror movie.
I just really hate the floors.
The floor is basically concrete poured unevenly over the original dirt floors and painted. You can kind of see it in this handy before picture, but really, the only thing that will do it justice it to feel the grossness on your bare feet.
Another before picture. It's really shameful how cluttered we let this space get.
I started laying the floors, just kind of rolling with it. This step went REALLY fast, and before I knew it...