Oh laundry. It’s one of those things that just must happen, and therefore marks the passage of time. Days of plenty and days of want. 🙂 I feel so blessed when the sock drawer is full. Just wish it would do itself.
I’m grateful to no longer have to haul bags of it to the laundromat with rolls of quarters and my crochet bag to pass the time. You’d think I’d be happier about it. But no. I h.a.t.e. doing laundry. The washing isn’t so bad, it’s the putting away. It never gets more fun or easier.
Mountains of it to be sorted and folded and stacked and lugged and sorted again and shoved or hung. It’s a thankless job. One of the jobs that is only noticed when it’s not being done. First world problem, I know. I’m trying to find something positive to say.
I like the new scent pellets you can add in. I’m sure they’re horrible chemicals that will eventually rot the planet, but at least they raise my spirits for a while I fold.
Here’s the scoop on the Five Minute Friday:
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