What inspires me today...
Piles.
Do you ever get to the end of the week and realize, hey, I told myself last weekend that I was going to do my laundry. And then proceed to remember the weekend before that where the same epiphany came upon you... And the weekend before that...? I know I sure did. Hence why my floor looked like this when I opened my closet after quite a few passing weekends of no laundry:
I don't think I own enough patterned items.
Laundry day. The day I realized that it wasn't that I didn't have any clothes and needed to buy more... It's just that they're all stuffed into a little mesh hamper, brimming over the edge. First time doing laundry in the new house...
Also, to add to the list of firsts on this squeaky clean day, I bleached a load of whites. Did I know what I was doing? No. Did I manage to get a strawberry stain out of the front of my white dress? You better believe it.
Postwar.
(Good thing I hadn't put my phone through the wash cycle like I originally thought I had... Or else no pictures for you, dearest blog reader.)
Moral of the story: don't wait many weeks to do your laundry.
Better moral: DO wait many weeks to do your laundry. It's like getting a whole new wardrobe when you reach the pants you haven't seen in a month and had mostly forgotten.
Best moral: bleach is bad for nature... But if forced to choose one nature-killing substance to use, and the rest disappear, I choose bleach. Any day of the week.
Post script: This all occurred on Friday. It is now Tuesday night and I still have a few little piles of clean laundry to put away. Maybe I will just wear all the clothes in the piles until they're dirty... Saves me a step.
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