Laundry in my house

is a first world problem. Both George and I have more than enough clothes to make it through a couple of weeks. We have several changes of bed linens. We have plenty of towels (hello? perhaps I should say bath sheets as those I brought home from RCCL cruises never seem to die).

So the basket fills up with clothes needing a wash. Then a second basket fills up. This morning I decided that it probably was my turn and started hauling both baskets toward the downstairs utility room. Especially as I took a look at the linens and towels.

——–>8—— three hours later ———-

The last load is in the dryer – mostly towels and jeans. I now have clean clothes stacked on the bed. Mine fall into five neat piles. There are leggings, Uniqlo support tanks, underwear, socks, and pullover tops (most of which have hoods). That is it. Nothing fancy. Nothing that needs a hanger. Absolutely certainly nothing that would ever, under any circumstances require ironing.

It is now back to stitching….

with pretty much the called for DMC in 16ct Sprite by PTP

And then I realized that there was still a load in the dryer. At least it is towels and jeans. Nothing that can’t get wrinkled.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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