There's a pile of unfolded clothes lying on an interesting piece of furniture, a fold-able mattress that can be packed into its own bag which can be closed securely with a zip that goes all around . The newly laundered clothes are just lying on top of this mattress , waiting to be folded. Given the track record in our house, this set of clothes will spend at least 5 more days in its current location . Much as I would love to just quickly fold them as soon as they are out of the washing machine , I have never been able to get to it sooner than 5 days after they've been lying there. It has become especially convenient to have a ready-made place for the exclusive use of heaping freshly laundered clothes.
Previously they used to have to be thrown on the sofa and moved around every time we wanted to use the sofa(which as one imagines , is quite often). When the laundry had to be taken two floors down to the shared washing machines in the building of our previous rented apartment , they would sit in the laundry bag till it became necessary to pull everything out to access one or the other item of clothing that was urgently required and which was inevitably at the bottom of the pile.
This new resting place for the washed clothes allows the convenience of them being out of the way ,because we never used the neatly folded mattress as another seat in the living room as we had originally envisioned. Mainly because you couldn't sit casually on it without sliding off and falling. It wasn't meant to be sat on I suppose. Which is quite a waste really . But its quietly serving the purpose of being the landing zone for the washed clothes before they are sent to the clothes closet. And since the clothes now have a pride of place and do not seem like they are getting in the way of every day life, it also serves the purpose of making me feel less guilty for not folding them .Now you may wonder why I am the one who has to fold them/feel guilty about folding them in the first place. That's because it does not bother my husband at all. He would wax philosophical about the futility of the chore , about it being an endless cycle and the convenience of just grabbing whatever is needed from this pile and thereby also steadily emptying it and making place for the next batch of laundry.
And I believe that's all I have to say about that .
It's the last day of the Memorial day long weekend holiday here in the United States. Most of the people I know are huddled safely in their homes , trying their best not to catch the corona virus and going about their lives. Tomorrow the work day grind will start again and I will do my bit to help Appian sell its "Workforce Safety and Readiness" application. And hopefully the state of calm will continue to prevail for some more time to come.
Previously they used to have to be thrown on the sofa and moved around every time we wanted to use the sofa(which as one imagines , is quite often). When the laundry had to be taken two floors down to the shared washing machines in the building of our previous rented apartment , they would sit in the laundry bag till it became necessary to pull everything out to access one or the other item of clothing that was urgently required and which was inevitably at the bottom of the pile.
This new resting place for the washed clothes allows the convenience of them being out of the way ,because we never used the neatly folded mattress as another seat in the living room as we had originally envisioned. Mainly because you couldn't sit casually on it without sliding off and falling. It wasn't meant to be sat on I suppose. Which is quite a waste really . But its quietly serving the purpose of being the landing zone for the washed clothes before they are sent to the clothes closet. And since the clothes now have a pride of place and do not seem like they are getting in the way of every day life, it also serves the purpose of making me feel less guilty for not folding them .Now you may wonder why I am the one who has to fold them/feel guilty about folding them in the first place. That's because it does not bother my husband at all. He would wax philosophical about the futility of the chore , about it being an endless cycle and the convenience of just grabbing whatever is needed from this pile and thereby also steadily emptying it and making place for the next batch of laundry.
And I believe that's all I have to say about that .
It's the last day of the Memorial day long weekend holiday here in the United States. Most of the people I know are huddled safely in their homes , trying their best not to catch the corona virus and going about their lives. Tomorrow the work day grind will start again and I will do my bit to help Appian sell its "Workforce Safety and Readiness" application. And hopefully the state of calm will continue to prevail for some more time to come.
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