The softness of the cottons, the crisp feeling of fresh linen, the texture of a favorite worn in pair of jeans.  The pile of freshly laundered and folded panties piled high, multiple colors awaiting each day. 

The feeling of sliding between freshly washed sheets, the cool crispness of just out of the laundry pillowcases carressing your face.  

I love the smell of clothing just out of the dry, that clean soapy smell that wafts across your nose, dances around the room and settles into everything.   

A just cleaned tshirt slid over your head, soft, cool, and smelling of the great out doors hugging, just slightly, against a freshly showered body.   

I love the feeling of accomplishment after washing load after load of laundry.  A pile of smelly, dirty clothing transformed into potential of the coming days.  Bright reds, dark blacks, crisp whites all folded one upon the other waiting to be placed in their homes, before they're taken out for the day. 

The pile of towels, all folded just so, fluffed to perfection waiting to wrap around my body and dry me off.   

I love the clean, folded laundry after it's away.   

I just don't like having to wash them.  

On the laundry note, I just noticed something. 

Why do underwear all seem to self destruct at the same time?  I tend to stick to the same brand and style of panties.  Briefs, nothing fancy, okay, some of them are wild pattern (in particular leopard print.)  I buy them in the standard 3 packs and it seems like all of them start to fall apart at once.  I just noticed that a lot of them have a hole on one side or another or elastic starting to pull. 

It's time to buy new ones, although maybe I'll spread out buying them so I don't end up having to buy a whole rack of new ones all at once, again. 

As for socks, the same thing.  Tony's socks all seem to develop holes at once.  Although the hoels in them seem to vary from sock to sock. This one has a big old hole in the toe, that one is missing part of the heel, another one has a mysterious hole in the leg part. The end of the summer, start of fall. seems to be the time for us to replace our undergarments.  Hmm, there has to be something behind that.  Are our clothes still on a school schedule?   

I'm also at the end of the run for my favorite at home main stays, the old men's white tanktops, better known as wifebeaters.  I wear them around the house, as I'd rather not end up with food splatters (from cooking) cleaning supplies, etc all over my decent shirts.  Well, most of my tanktops are now either stained beyond repair, (which reminds me, I must sew myself a couple of aprons) or just threadbare.  Too many wearings, too much bleach, multiple dryer runs and being pulled on by cute little 3 year olds has destroyed most of them. 

I'll have to add them to the list of must buy soons. 

Break to throw another load of clothes in, this time towels of various and assorted colors.  They're the last I have to wash, I am behind in folding them though.  The costochondritis makes folding clothes pretty damn painful, so I've been doing that very slowly and not all that well.  I have a pile of shirts that look like I just tossed them in a ball and throw them away. 

I've also decided that I'm going through my clothes soon and getting rid of a few pieces.  I have stuff that hasn't been worn in quite some time that either needs to be tossed or remade into something else.  There's no sense in keeping stuff that just takes up space, which around here is a very limited commodity. 

Ah, the joys of pain meds are what kept me going all night.  Aren't you glad?  3 entries at once. 

Smile, 

Suzy Smith