My grandmother has a laundry chute. It’s always been a fascinating thing to me. As children, my brother and I would test the chute’s capabilities. See where the towel or stuffed animal ended up in her basement. And always, it landed softly, in a heap, right next to her washer and dryer.
I’ve really wanted a laundry chute too. With each child added to the family, the desire grew. With each step I heaved those overflowing baskets up and down the steps. I needed it.
One morning the bathroom towels were backed up. Too much. Too heavy to heft. So I tossed them. I avoided the steps. With great abandon I threw them over the banister.
It was then I realized – I had my laundry chute! All this time it was right there. The towels landed in a heap, just steps from the laundry room door.
I’ve passed on the laundry chute habit to the children. Who wants to toss the laundry? Someone always volunteers.
Who knew tossing laundry could elicit such joy? Just look out below!
I love this! We looked at a house with a laundry chute-it was the most exciting thing to the kids! They kept yelling down it to see what they could hear!
Love this idea! And in our house it would work just the same. The banister upstairs where all the kids’ bedrooms converge is directly above my laundry room. Might have to give that one a try 🙂
Chuckle, chuckle. Go for it, Mom!
Tricia, in our second house, that’s exactly what I did, too! I flung the laundry over the balcony railing and into the family room below. Now, I have an upstairs laundry closet (not a *room*), and I have to admit it was one thing that sold me on this house. 🙂