It feels as if I am always loading and folding.
How is that possible…there are only two of us under one roof and I am constantly washing clothes.
No dog or kids to add to the pile of laundry.
Then it dawned on me that the only clothes I wear are workout items…leggings, sweatpants, t-shirts, sports bras, socks, underwear, plus pajamas.
All washable items.
The dry cleaner is so 2019.
Other than Amazon and Old Navy, a brief holiday dive into J Crew and one-off on a designer sites, I never shop and have not entered a store since March 15th, 2020.
That said, I don’t remember what I look like in jeans, a blazer or a regular bra for that matter.
Now I know why I have become a full time laundress.
After the pandemic is over I may apply for third stew on Below Deck.
I would kill at doing laundry and would happily trade my workout uniform for yachting crew attire and an opportunity to travel.
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You got my feelings totally right. I’m in exercise clothes now. I hid my blazers , leather pants. and boots. Too depressing to look at. I hate cooking. Each night I need wine to get started. And laundry, loading and unloading the dishwasher. Oy. I feel old.
Just seeing this. Living in Coronaville is so challenging. I miss my evening cocktail. I’ve had so many migraines that I haven’t had a drink in 2 months😥