Friday, January 18, 2008
so, I often have conversations something like this with my friends:
friend: so, wanna get together tonight?
me: um, I really have to do laundry. Not sure I should hang out.
friend: how often do you do laundry? Didn't you just do laundry last week?
me: well, I had planned to, but ended up, um, well, just not doing it.
friend: something else came up?
me: um, yeah, I got kidnapped. By a good book and my couch.
And on it goes. I start planning to do laundry about 2 weeks before I actually do laundry. Then I finally get desparate, and it's either do laundry or go shopping. Sometimes I go shopping.
I know some of you will think I'm nuts (especially you moms out there who do laundry ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAY. but I can go a whole month without doing a lick of laundry! I planned it that way in college, and until I've got to do laundry for more than just myself, I'm sticking to my guns. At the laundromat, I can throw in six loads of laundry and be done in 2 or 3 hours. If I had a machine at home (in my scary, scary basement), it would take me days. And I would forget halfway through that I was even doing laundry, and my clothes would get all musty or wrinkled and I'd have to wash them twice. Where's the sense in that?
So, for all my friends with whom I've had the above laundry conversation, I thought I'd post some photos proving that I was, indeed, at the laundromat last night. I guess I could have just walked in off the street and taken pics of someone else's laundry, but I'm not that weird. Really.
The stack is mostly my cheap-o fabric that I got to practice sewing on. When it's only a buck a yard (as a good friend informed me), you really can't go wrong for practice fabric. Since I think I'm going to need a lot of practice to really come up with something usable/giftable/wearable.
side note: I once had a guy walk completely out of his way when exiting the laundromat to tell me "I dig your sneakers" and then walk quickly away. It's still one of my favorite compliments.
In the interest of complete and total honesty (of which I'm a big fan), I must say that these were not the sneakers. It was a pair of blue cons. These are fake cons from Ukraine, which set me back all of about three bucks.