So let’s talk about my laundry room for a second. First, I’m very grateful that we have not only a washer and dryer, but also a room where they can live. In our 20s, we logged the hours walking across South Boston with overstuffed bags of laundry on each hip, leaving stray socks in our wake like Hansel & Gretel en route to the candy laundromat. Except the laundromat had no candy. Any means of cleaning our clothes that isn’t that seems pretty great, I’ve got to tell you.
That said, my laundry room isn’t too attractive. It doesn’t live with art. It lives with recycling. I decided to give it some art by painting this light switch.