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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Thank Goodness it’s Not a Washboard at the Creek!

This post is inspired by a post I read last week. With a laundry room like this, who wouldn’t want to spend hours pulling warm clothes out of the dryer, folding, hanging, and (gasp) ironing?

Woah! Let’s take things slowly here, and cross that bridge when we come to it.What is it about laundry that I find so appealing? It is, after all, a never-ending job. Right now, both my colors hamper and my whites hamper are overflowing. But there is something about the smell of soap, bleach, and water. (Yes, water has a smell.)

The simple act of throwing smelly t-shirts and sweaty socks into a bucket and coming back half-an-hour later to find the smells are gone! Then after a quick toss in the dryer, there’s the warmth of freshly laundered towels and sheets to be folded, and neatly stacked in the linen closet. Ahhh.I guess I really like that part.

The part I don’t like is the smelly, inside out socks, the wet dishrags, the (ugh) underwear.In my old house the washer and dryer were in the garage -- hot and humid in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. We spent as little time as possible doing laundry in that garage. Toss in a load of clothes, throw in the soap, start the machine, and dash to the temperature controlled environment of the house, proper.

Since I couldn’t hear when the machine stopped, I always set a timer to remind me to check on the progress of the load. Timer dings – dash out to transfer clothes to the dryer, toss in a dryer sheet, start the machine and repeat process with a new load of dirty clothes before dashing madly back into the house where the cool, or warm air rushed to greet me.

Of course, clean, dry laundry ended up in a pile on the couch, and inevitably, someone would come to visit just when I had about four loads worth of “laundry mountain” where they should need to sit.I hated doing laundry in that house.Now my washer and dryer are located in my spacious, well lit, and air conditioned (heated in winter) master bathroom.

I, of course, make several trips into that bathroom each day, -- to gaze at myself in the mirror and ask who’s the fairest one of all, of course – what did you think I was doing in there?? -- and I am quickly reminded of how satisfying it would be to toss in a load of clothes and let those wonderful machines work their magic! I love the satisfaction of empty laundry hampers, and the smell of my clean laundry in the dressers and closets.

In fact, I think I’ll go start a load of laundry right now. But I probably won’t be doing any ironing. I just can’t seem to talk myself into liking that task.

Oh well. I hear wrinkled is the new neatly pressed!

2 comments:

Deena said...

Sounds like you have an "iron" deficiency LOL!! I know...I suffer from it too (actually, I enjoy it, but don't let that get out:-)

Elise said...

That laundry room IS beautiful! I may steal some of those ideas for my new home... someday...

Aren't we blessed to have washers and dryers? I am reminded of this daily - although I'm using the clothesine right now since the weather is so beautiful!

FYI - our washer is crooken,so it makes quite a racket when on the spin cycle - but Eliana loves it. Let the grooving begin! :)

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