Why, why can't these clothes fold themselves?
WHY is it so socially unacceptable to not just wear the same thing day after day?
Why do we have so many freaking clothes? Who wears all this crap, anyways? It feels like I fold fifteen piles of laundry at a time, and the next morning, I still cannot find a damn thing to wear to work. It is a conspiracy created by clothing stores, so that even though that new shirt looks so cute on the hanger and the first time you wear it, once it gets washed it makes you look like the Michelin man; hence making you go buy even more clothes. And heaven forbid you should throw anything away or give a few of those clothes away that never get worn... "I can't get rid of this white vest, it goes with everything! If I just wear a scarf with it, no one will ever see this stain here!" Guilty. Worse than guilty; I would probably just wear the stained item and blame the mystery spot on the children.
Life was so much easier in college- when I had a closet the size of a box of matches, and the fanciest thing I ever wore was a new button up shirt and clean jeans. Dresses?? Ha. Would you wear a dress to muck out horse stalls? I didn't think so. And then those tiny, itsy bitsy baby clothes- I tell ya! Adorable, yes; pragmatic- hell no! How do you fold ruffle bottoms? Thankfully the girls have outgrown the little, tiny outfits, but now there are just more clothes to wash. And fold. And try to stuff into a dresser drawer that is already full of clothes. Then to dig through again tomorrow, wear; wash; repeat.
In case you were wondering, I have clearly figured out more ways to put off folding laundry than just doing it. Which, I suppose, I should at least try to tackle one basket full tonight. Then again, I could look up some important stuff on Pinterest...
Till next time, may you be organized and self- disciplined enough to fold your clothes as they come out of the dryer.