Of all the daily chores we have to do, I think laundry is the best. I like the fact that you start with disorder and chaos and end off with neat piles of clean clothes, full of potential. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I rush to do my laundry as the above image shows. But when I really do want to wear my favorite pair of jeans at the bottom of the basket, I am never sad to do the laundry. It's not that I am particularly great at laundry, I just like the ritual of it. I like the sorting of clothes in piles by color before they are washed. I like getting jeans out of the dryer, a bit softer and more faded.
I also like the piles of warm, white tee shirts whose sheer number, speak to my obsessive search for the perfect, longwaisted, white tee. My desire for this illusive item is driven by the low rise jean phenomenon. I have never been a fan of the gap between the top of the jean and the bottom of the tee thing. Regardless of the fact that it's a look designed for a younger person than me, I don't like it on anyone. Of course, in the spirit of honesty, my frustration with never having the perfect length tee shirt may also be, in great part, due to my rather lazy laundry techniques. My tees may be shrinking because I don't change the dryer temperature from hot, ever. But I'll blame fashion anyway.