The Back Porch


When I lived with my dad as a kid there was always a room off the kitchen or hallway that housed the washing machine and dryer and that room always had a back door. This was in fact the door through which we entered and exited the house. We didn’t use the front door. That was for greetin’ company. Besides, most of the time you had on boots or some form of foot wear that was equal parts full of dirt and manure of some sort so coming in the front door would earn you some hollering from my step-mom. The back porch was where you took off your boots and hung up your coat. This was also the room that you might find any number of things depending on how big the room was. Often, if I was looking for something the response usually was, “did you check the back porch?” I never questioned what that meant. I knew that it was the room where the washing machine and dryer were.

As a consequence of this, when I moved into David’s house and discovered that he had what y’all call a laundry room I was estatic and immediately started calling it the back porch. There has been more than one occasion when I have told David to get such and such off the back porch or he has asked where something is and I tell him it is on the back porch. And where do I find him? Well, for some strange reason he is out on the deck looking around at the wood pile or in the honey suckle bush for whatever household implement he was on the hunt for.

Anyway, happiness aside about having a back porch again, I decided this beloved room was next on the list to receive a make-over after my success with the living and dining rooms.

So, this is what I was working with. Wood kitchen cabinets on either side of a window with a good six inches of wasted space next to each window and only one shelf in each cabinet. They had to go! Oh, and sorry in advance for these before pictures. I took them with the cell phone camera after I had already started dismantling the cabinets.

Plus, there was that wood everywhere again, just like the wainscoating in the living and dining rooms. Paint it!!!!!

Of course, that is what I did. Once the cabinets were down though I needed some other form of storage to store things on my “back porch” so I put up some shelves. The boards were bare pine when I got them so I painted them white. Then I had to screw the shelf supports into the wall and once I put the shelf supports up, I had to secure the boards to the shelf supports. In all, I had to turn a screw driver enough times to put seventy two different screws into the wall or the boards. That also does not count the anchor bolts that I had to screw into the wall (thirty six of those – the guy at Lowe’s was insistent that I needed all thirty-six of them). Turn, Turn, Turn. Does your hand hurt just thinking about it?

Do you like my fun signs on either wall?

One more sign with our wedding date and a rack for the hats.

Now that you have seen the wonders of the back porch, tune in tomorrow for the “Cowgirls Have All The Luck” room. Here is a little teaser:


About Southern Adventuress

Transplant from California now living in Charleston, South Carolina after getting married in September 2010 to a Southerner. Join me as I reinvent my house on a strict budget, navigate the streets of my city; meet the challenges of pet ownership; and delve into education after institutional learning.

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