I know I've written about laundry before..but it seems it is a subject that requires additional thought..
Maybe it's because it happens all the time.."in sickness and in health..".. No matter what we have planned for the week-end, it includes laundry.
It's not like we don't have enough clothes for 2 weeks - but can you imagine the loads I'd have then? And, it's only Mr. B and me...I guess I used to do a ton more when the kids were little. And at times, at the laundromat!
The kids, now all way grown & on their own, still say that as soon as they could reach the top of the washer & dryers, they had to do their own...and it's true. Good training, I call it.
But, there's some inner-joy that comes from the laundry...when the number of socks match exactally..not that the washer eats them, but during the week, Lulu thinks their her "babies" and hides them...
And, when all of my undershirts are the right-way-out? Love that...silly huh? I guess I could take the time to turn them right-side out when I put them in the hamper..but somehow, that'd take the "surprise"out out of it...
Money. Yes, I do love to find money. Mostly the paper kind. And, as I've always said, "Finders keepers. Losers..........nanner nanner nanner"
The smells..no not as they go IN but as they come OUT.....
I'd love to hang some but I've yet to convince Mr. B that I need a clothes-line. 
After all, I have a cute apron that's made to hold clothes pins and can make a totally cute pin-bag like one of those from Cath Kidson's line...
Anyway, as I fold the clean, fresh smelling warm from the dryers clothes, fluffy towels and rugged jeans, I am reminded that this is a labor of love..sort of like doing the dishes by hand - mindless, yet tactile opportunity to be quiet, use your senses, and remember those you are doing this for...
Happy laundry to you all.
-me
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When the weather is nice, my mother loves to hang her clothes on the line. I can't do that where we live. Not allowed to have clotheslines. But I used to have one in other places we lived.
I love my washer and dryer. I have a clothesline...so much dust here, though. I use it to dry rugs, comforters, really large items. How people managed without washers/dryers is beyond me. I always think about the old-style habits nuns wore...how in the world did they wring the water out, much less get those dried and ironed? Strange thought, but it's all mine. Love ya.
Im thankful for my washer and dryer,but I hate laundry!It is the folding an hanging. I hate matching socks ..when all the kids were home after saving so long I would throw them all away and go buy new ones!
I have kept up the family tradition and my kids were taught how to do their own laundry when they got to be around 13 years old. Both Brian and Alyssa have done their own laundry for many years now. I think I will teach Emily sooner- can't wait another 5 years for her to do her own. I don't mind doing laundry, I just hate putting it away. I don't know why. Maybe its because when I see the full closet or drawers, it reminds me that I need to clean out the closet and drawers but I don't want to:>). Just one more thing to add to my list.
Love,
April
I will admit.I love doing laundry.
This is such a cute post. I love all your photos. My dad used to come home from school on Mondays to find laundry strung on ropes through the entire living room and kitchen. The clothes dried by heat of the wood stove. He did not like Mondays for that reason. Summer time was of course nicer, with it hanging outside. Happy Monday to ya, Kathi
This is such a cute post. I love all your photos. My dad used to come home from school on Mondays to find laundry strung on ropes through the entire living room and kitchen. The clothes dried by heat of the wood stove. He did not like Mondays for that reason. Summer time was of course nicer, with it hanging outside. Happy Monday to ya, Kathi
Yes! What is it about laundry. I'll tell you what it is.....it BREEDS! I did a similar post on this subject a while back when I was so sick of it.....and I live alone. How can I POSSIBLY have that much laundry in a week. It never, ever stops. I swear it breeds. Ugh!
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