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Laundry Life

Laundry

Last week my friend Melissa shared a meme on Facebook that said, “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty mediocre at housekeeping.” As I read it, I pictured Melissa saying it and it made me laugh. But I also found it funny, BECAUSE IT’S TRUE (of me, not Melissa). I always think that I’m sufficient at cleaning and organizing until I go into a house that sparkles and shines, and then I’m soberly reminded that I’ve had the cleaning tendencies of a toddler. I can get it together enough when I know people are coming over, shoving things in places, but otherwise, I’ve not had the best housekeeping rep. But can I be honest?¬†I don’t really care. Like, I just have never been that person to take their issues out on dirt and dishes and laundry; I’d rather eat cake and color in one of Abe’s coloring books.

However, I’ve noticed a slow incline in my housekeeping skills since we’ve bought our own house. The desire to take care of this place because it belongs to us is a real thing, and I don’t hate it. I even had a serious cleaning product high the other day when I scored a bunch of swiffer products on clearance. WHO AM I?

Has anyone else noticed the constant battle with laundry? Before we moved into this house, I was sooooooooo bad at getting laundry washed, dried, folded and put away in a timely and efficient manner. The only thing I was really good at when it came to laundry was getting it in the washing machine. I loved doing that part! But remembering to then move it to the dryer… well, I’d say 3 out of 5 loads had to be washed twice. I know, I know- big waste of detergent. Don’t judge me.

IF a load managed to make it to the dryer wet and smelling good, they’d get dried… and then they’d sit there for about a week. It was rare for a load of laundry to get moved to a laundry basket. If we needed underwear, we’d just go digging through the dryer to find a crinkled up pair. And if, by rare chance the dried load made it to a basket AND get folded…. well, it would all go back into the basket and then sit in there until pretty much every piece of clothing was eventually used.

And let’s not even talk about my clothing mountains.

So, I’d like to tell you that it’s gotten better because I simply grew up a little bit when we moved in, but I’d be lying. When we were moving in all of our stuff back in January, we discovered that our dryer would not fit through any of the doors of our house. At first, I kinda freaked out about it. HOW COULD WE POSSIBLE LIVE OUR LIVES WITHOUT A DRYER? HOW WOULD WE CARRY ON AS HUMANS?? WHYYYYYYYY?????

After my very dramatic, first-world fist shaking to the skies, I got it together and tried to figure out a solution, and then remembered: people used to hang up clothes before they had dryers. When I was little, my grandma didn’t have a dryer, and she hung up all of the clothes and linens on a line she had in the back yard. Eureka!

But then I thought, “how, uhh, does one build a clothing line?” My friend Melissa, the one who thinks she’s mediocre at housekeeping, has this fancy contraption in the back of her yard that is basically a modern clothing line. I asked her where she got it, and I found myself at Home Depot picking up the contraption for $30. A little cement at the bottom to keep it sturdy, and there we had it: an old fashioned dryer.

Laundry Contraption

I never thought I’d say this, but I love that thing so much. I mean, not like I love people. But I REALLY dig it. It has changed my whole laundry life. I don’t know how it’s revolutionized everything I’ve ever done with laundry, but I think it has helped me enjoy the mundane chore. I wash smaller loads, and I’ve only ever forgotten 2 loads in the washer since January. Hanging clothes and linens up is strangely satisfying, and I don’t really have a choice when it comes to leaving them outside; we live in Florida. It rains almost every day, so as soon as they are dry, I gather the stuff up, fold it on the spot and put it away. There’ve been a handful of times I’ve hung up a load and then an afternoon storm blows through before they’re dry, but all that means is an extra rinse. We’ve noticed that our clothes are lasting a lot longer, and we enjoy the sun-kissed smell mixed with the detergent. Every now and then a load sits in a laundry basket for a day or two, but I have completely done away with my terrible clothing mountain habit, so I like to get our clean clothes put away as soon as possible. We have a small drying rack that sits in our laundry room for underwear and socks to dry, because I don’t really feel like showing our neighborhood my panties. That’s weird.

Little by little, I feel like I’m growing up. Being an adult is hard, so I’m thankful that I’ve been able to get a grip on something that makes our lives a little less noisy.

Laundry: check.

What’s next? Maybe dusting. Nah, who am I kidding, I’ll never care about dusting.

Our New Home

The Mantle

So as most of you know, we moved back in January. I don’t think I’ve posted on the blog since then, as we’ve been adjusting to lots of changes, including a baby on the way! But now that we are pretty settled in, I wanted to share some our space with you, included the decorated and the still-disasterous parts. I love that almost the entire house is white- it makes for a great blank canvas. There is definitely a difference between renting a buying. Something happens when you buy a home. Its like that space is ABSOLUTELY YOURS, and I’ve found that I put quite a bit more thought and care into it. I don’t want to worship it, and I know how easily that can happen. But I do want it to be a place for me to be able to breath easy, even on the tough days. I want it to be a place for Abe to have many adventures in, a place for Daniel to come home to and feel like he can rest and enjoy his down time. I definitely want it to be a place where others can find sanctuary and refreshment.

So up above is our mantle. I think the mirror was a really cool touch, even though it’s revealing that, ehemm, very interesting chandelier. Sidenote: Every single room in our house has a sparkly chandelier in it. I look forward to replacing most of them with something a little more industrial and modest.

But I placed our giant W up on the mantle because it’s one of the first things you see when you walk in our home. It’s kind of a statement piece for me- the Webb’s live here. Welcome.

The Fireplace

The fireplace is closed off, so I decided to add some of our old vinyl down there with a fun vintage typewriter I got at a local antique shop for $19. It has the original receipt on it! the cracks between the tile is gross, I know.

The glass shelves

I’m not super into glass shelving, but this is what was here when we moved in, and now that it has my stuff on it, I don’t hate it. I should probably put a picture in that frame, though. I’ve collected little decorative pieces from thrift stores to hobby lobby over the years, and I do enjoy having a place to display them now.

The Record Player

Our record player used to sit on our small record cabinet, but that thing is sitting in the soon-to-be office right now. We put it up high on one of the built in cabinets for now. Of course I’ve got my current faves displayed.

The Dining Room

This is our dining room. As you can see, there’s much space to spare, and I look forward to finding the perfect piece of art to put up on that back wall. We also need a bigger rug from under the table, but neither of us care about that right now. The table and chairs were fun to pick out, and we got them at Ikea.

Flight of the Conchords

Daniel and I have had this poster since Record Store Day of 2010. They were giving them out with the purchase of Vinyl at Horizon Records in Greenville, South Carolina. Flight of the Conchords is one of our most beloved shows, and I’ve been dying to find the right place for this thing for several years. It’ll probably make its way around the house, but for now it hangs in our dining room.

The Bedroom

Technically there is a closet in our bedroom, but it doesn’t have a bar to hang clothes on and it’s tiny. Daniel built me this industrial open closet for my clothes, which I absolutely adore. The rest of our stuff is either folded in our tiny closet or hanging in the office closet (which is a walk-in and has a chandelier in it, of course).

So now that you’ve seen several of my fave spots in the house, I’m gonna show you the not so pretty spots. We are as messy and unfinished as the next family, and I’m not gonna hide it. Maybe you can help me with some inspiration!

The Bedroom Wall

This giant built-on frame is above our bed (which is on the floor and has yet to have a responsible matching set of linens for it), and it used to have wallpaper in it, as you can see. The first day we moved in, I ripped most of it off. I originally was going to paint some lyrics in it from one of our favorite songs, but now I’m not so sure. What do you think?

The Laundry Room

This is a room in the back of the house that connects our bedroom to the back foyer and kitchen. It was originally going to be my office, but it has turned into a laundry/junk room. I think this will end up an organized laundry/junk room soon, and eventually become a closed in master bathroom.

The Office

This was originally part of the wrap around porch that was closed in to make an extra room. It’s long and narrow, and has a door to the outside at the front of it. This is going to be our office/home studio, but for now it’s just got a bunch of our crap loosely strewn about. I look forward to this being the most organized room in the house.

We’ve got so many ideas and dreams for our new home, including turning the giant open attic into a second floor. I want to landscape and garden and do all of the things you need money for, haha. So, for now, we will be patient and do things as we can afford to do them. It’s our house until we either sell it or die, so what’s the rush?

Inside Scoop: Megan’s Purse

Old Leather Purse // JATW
So, I was sitting on my bed, looking for a really important business card and panicking while I pulled all of the crap outta my purse. About once a month or so, this happens to me. It’s just the way I live my life.

I decided, after I had finally found that business card, to go ahead and clean out the ol’ bag since everything was spread across my sheets anyway. I looked at the pile of “keeps” and it dawned on me that I’d never done a classic “what’s in my purse” blog post! Not even 5 seconds after I thought that, I looked at the mound of garbage piled next to the “keeps” pile, and made myself laugh really hard.

So of course, you know I’m not leaving that garbage out, because I feel like that would be lying.

First off, my purse isn’t really that cute. It’s an only leather thing I found at the Micanopy Festival two years ago. Someone who lived in the town was having a junk sale, and it was 50 cents. It seems small, but it has just enough crevices and pockets that allow me to never know where anything is. It’s real fun. I have a nice designer leather purse that my aunt gave me a year and a half ago, and a couple vintage ones that I use from time to time. But my heart keeps coming back to this stupid thing.

What's in my purse? Lot's of garbage because #reallife // JATWSo here’s the mound of garbage. As you can tell, it’s mostly receipts. There’s a ziploc bag of old almonds in there, an expired credit card ( I cut that up, btw), an empty BC powder pouch, and some crumbs from a snack Abram wanted to save for later…. 4 months ago.

What's in my purse? // JATW

So now that we’ve got the garbage out of the way, here’s some other stuff I lug around on a day-to-day basis:

1) Buxom lip gloss (A Must) and some christmas hand sanitizer (because I’m kinda gross and don’t use it ever)

2) More pain relief

3) An unopened nail file that’s going to great use, obviously

4) eos lip balm

5) Beard Sauce business cards

6) Keroppi change purse (that I put all of the change in when I clean my purse out instead of just putting it in when I actually receive change)

7) A guitar tuner and a pack of strings

8) bobby pins and rings

9) My fabulous Dollar Wallet and Abe’s tiny leather wallet (he swipes change and dollars from my father-in-law’s counter all of the time, so we figured he needed something to hold his¬†stolen money)

10) My yet-to-be-deposited Starbucks paycheck (I hate depositing checks so much, so they usually sit in my purse for at least a week)

11) My rotation of glasses

Are you a receipt hoarder like me? Do you have one thousand bobby pins that you can never find hiding in that bag of yours?

What’s in your purse?

 

This is nothing new.

– MLW