this is my laundry "room"..."room" being a word only a builder would use. because a space that measures 10' by 7' is not a room...a closet maybe. or perhaps a pass through. yes, that's what this is. a pass through. and i pass through it a dozen times a day. i've tried to make it an inspiring place because sometimes i do more than just pass through to the garage. sometimes i "wash, rinse, fold, repeat" in here. so yesterday morning i got up and decided to add a little pizazz.
i got an old frame, some chalkboard paint, and my vinyl cutter and perked it up.
and can i just say i love the orange frame on the chalkboard. oh that beth rubin. she knows her stuff.
( jen, you and miss beth must be bff' since you've been adding touches of orange for years.)
i wanted a chalkboard...a place to jot down reminders and write little love notes to that boy i live with. and, of course, every chalkboard needs some vinyl. mine says, "scrivere, i verbo; esprimere o comunicare nella scrittura. italian. translation - write, verb: to express or communicate in writing. (because someday i'm going to italy and i need to be able to write about it.)
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You truly have an illness... I wonder if medication would help? Love you~!
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