Our laundry "room". My feelings about it are as follows:
As a homeowner who likes pretty and organized things - I hate it. As a mom who lives to do nothing but laundry - I hate it. As someone who doesn't like to feel claustrophobic - I hate it. Now, I'm not one to harbor pessimism and hatred, but a poorly placed, cramped, and eyesore of a laundry room can change a person. Fo real. (All you moms, don't worry, I see your solidarity air fist pump.) So me and my little peanut went out and did some shopping to help gussy it up as much as possible.
Some real talk though: it's just lipstick on a pig.
However, $99 and 1 hour later (like 1 hour exactly because that's how long baby girl napped), I magically became proudish of my laundry room.
(WARNING: If you are a perfectionist, to avoid hyperventilating, just close your little eyes and scroll straight to the bottom to the pretty, final big pictures. I don't exactly measure things with precision.)
And ... donesies. Now off to do some laundry. Again.