It has been said by those who shall remain nameless that I have a little obsession. It is said I love to do laundry, I’m always doing laundry, Molley and her laundry. So just to clear this up I detest freakin’ laundry. That being said I do A LOT of laundry.
In my previous life when I had a washing line outside and the sun and breeze dried my clothes, I did find it therapeutic to hang it out and fold it straight off the line while enjoying the sunshine. I had a dedicated room for laundry, a place for the clothes horse and ironing board. All the latest appliances etc but most importantly a door to shut it all away and keep the rest of the house tidy.
Since moving to New York, the system is a little different, for some a lot different because their apartments don’t have washers or driers. For those people doing laundry must totally suck. You have to either take it to a laundromat and do it yourself, putting money in the machines or pay $1.00 a pound for someone to wash and fold it for you. Now maybe I’m strange but I don’t like the idea of someone else washing my knickers.
Lucky enough for me I have a washer and drier in my home so I have the ‘luxury’ of doing my laundry at home. It is just never ending though. I often marvel at how much 4 people generate in the space of 3-4 days. I think we must have too many clothes. I try to be conservative, not everything we wear needs washing every time we wear it but I am still doing it all the time. My new laundry room is a closet with a washer and drier in it. That’s it, no space for anything, certainly no room for a clothes horse or ironing board.
I’m trying to work out a way to cut down on the amount of laundry and the number of days I do it. At this point I have no clue how to do either. Maybe I need to wash everyday. This would work if I was home everyday but as I have a full schedule these days it just piles up.
This is what I had to deal with on monday morning. By thursday I’ll have the same amount and then friday the uniforms will need doing or I’m back to working on a sunday and you know how that amuses the King.
If I had the space I would hide it away….. better yet it could be time for a maid 🙂