Sometimes, I find poetry in the washing, sometimes love. I even found a scorpion once. But today, as I walked from the newly-filled washing line, through the kitchen, down the hall and into the room with the pile of things which smell nice, but need to be put away, all I could think was: ‘the washing never fucking ends’.
Category: teh washing
One stressful day, I did this.
The only problem being, that when I created this arrangement, half our towels were out on the washing line.
More than maroon under-things in there
You would have thought that having begun the day finding a scorpion under the darks pile, all else in the day would have seemed simple, even bland.
Great intellectual challenges in my life
Despite my general pleasant attitude towards the washing, there is one thing which plagues me week after week after week: should the maroon under-things go in with the colours or the darks?
Never been a goth, but…
Today’s wardrobe is three shades of black – five if you count the socks – and purple shoes which need a clean.