You’ll just have to indulge me…
A disclaimer first: this post may not be nearly as exciting to other people as it is to me. Reader forgiveness is advised.
After about 6 months of planning to remove the severely under-utilized dishwasher from our kitchen, and replace it with a clothes washing machine, it’s finally happened!
Our pleasant and amenable if not-entirely-prompt landlord finally put in the cold water hookup last weekend. (Not being needed for the dishwasher, it wasn’t there. I don’t know about you, but if I were doing plumbing I think I would put a full rough-in anywhere I was putting any pipes, just in case. But maybe that’s just me…)
I immediately put in the order at venerable-mail-order-department-store.ca and scheduled delivery. Thursday evening the aforementioned landlord removed the unwanted dishwasher, and yesterday the happy little washer arrived!
(Again, this may not be exciting to everyone, but I’ve gone most of my adult existence without an in-home washer, and this is the first one that actually belongs to me. And I’m about to have a baby and use cloth diapers. So it’s exciting.)
There was a slight hiccup during installation, having to do with the drain-pipe, but it was resolved and the little dear fits in just perfectly:
This morning I ran the first load of laundry:
And yes, I know I’ve mixed colours with whites; don’t worry, they didn’t bleed.
And the result; a bunch of little tiny clean clothes that no longer smell like nasty VV detergent.
I know, I’ve been told not to buy any newborn clothes because I’ll receive tons and many of them will be outgrown before being worn, but I couldn’t resist a few items. They’re just so darn cute!
And my washer is so cute too!
I’m sure the novelty will wear off before long, but right now the though of doing laundry actually makes me happy. I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.