Never in a million years did I ever think my laundry/mudroom would be my “happy place”, but it is. This room has become an art gallery and library, a place to display silly photos and painted crafts. It is the first room I enter from the garage and thanks to the colorful display I can easily overlook the mountain of dance leotards, soccer gear, workout sweats and muddy shoes. Somehow doing the laundry isn’t so bad anymore. This is my family…dirty laundry and all.