March 13, 2014

laundry day


I brought my camera with me yesterday when I did laundry because I hate waiting and pacing and constantly checking to see how much time I have left. Laundromats always remind me of my dad, because when I was little after my parents got divorced, I would always go to with him to help him do his laundry. I became the expert sock matcher and blanket folder.

Folding clothes always reminds of this poem by Elisavietta Ritchie that we read in AP English Lit my senior year of high school. I came home with 3 mismatched socks & two baskets full of clothes, work uniforms, and fresh clean sheets.

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