march 31

am i the only one who has an astonishing selection of crap just for doing laundry?  between hampers, laundry bags, lingerie bags for use in the washer, downy ball, detergent, bleach, color-safe bleach, fabric softener...and i'm sure there's something else i'm forgetting, i just realised that there are four huge (i shop at costco) jugs o' chemicals near my washer.

speaking of, i DREAD leaving this brand-new (i'm the only one who's ever lived in it) luxe condo with its in-unit washer and dryer.  i've lived in DC three times in the last eight years and those other times, i had to schlep laundry to the end of my hall (relatively fortunate, i know-- logan circle) or down several floors to the dingy basement (blech- upper gtown).  even in that doormanned apt in manhattan, laundry wasn't as easy as this (same floor, few doors down- midtown...as if these parenthetically enclosed details are of any relevance).  now, i don't have to leave my home to wash my clothes.  this means that i can do my laundry naked.  that's so convenient.  and logical.  for fuck's sake, if i have to come up with an outfit for merely DOING the laundry, i obviously have another day to procrastinate. ;)

perhaps all the accoutrements are here b/c i'm really careful with my clothes AND i don't trust dry cleaners (for excellent reason).  this means i end up doing three different loads of delicates (regular, white and...lace) b/c unlike the vast majority of people who own them, i'm not going to farm out my beloved jermyn street-created shirts to be laundered (and starched improperly and shrunk).  blech.  i know.  i'm paranoid.  i'm also anal.  no one borrows anything, not since veena scratched the lenses of my fantastically-comfortable revo sunglasses in '94 by using them as one precious headband.  so yeah, blame her for my hoarding ways.

the good in all this is that i have a well-curated wardrobe stretching back to...age 7.  it's true.  there's a fuzzy picture of my then-baby sister sweetly handing me very preppy white socks, which i still wear (if i'm in CA, since that's where they are) since there are no holes in them. :)  aside from that, the oldest shit in my closet is from age 17.  i'm slightly chagrined but not really surprised that it is almost all from ralph lauren.  ah, good times...my mother choked when she found out that i spent $10 on a pair of polo socks BUT i'm shocked to report that i still have them fourteen years later, in excellent condition.  sigh.  this isn't always a great thing.  being the natural, sentimentalist/historian that i am, i have a very hard time parting with things, especially if they've survived the tests of time.  that's why donating six bags of shtuff to goodwill is such a novel errand for me.  but i did it.  it didn't kill me.  that means one closet is closed, leaving three more (and a storage space) to go. ;) 

ah, who am i kidding.  nothing's going anywhere.

Comments

[The Desi Nole]

"if i have to come up with an outfit for merely DOING the laundry"

I can't stop laughing and when I think about it, its kinda true. How do you wash the clothes you are wearing when you are doing your laundry?

[nina]

haha, you know i have never thought of doing laundry naked?? when i get this house to myself again, i shall try!:)

[marf]

I would be happy to do your laundry Miss.

[monologist]

the beauty of having a million clothes from god knows when, is that you'll never go dry.
Like me, it's been abt approaching 2 mths now... i'm soo going to be in trouble when my mom visits my apartment.
ha

[monologist]

also totally random Anna, but you should get on facebook, I mean you're already on friendster & myspace.. but facebook is more exculsive ... pretty pleasee =)

[A N N A]

facebook? i would've got on it ages ago, but it requires a school email, which i no longer have. oh vell.

[terence]

i miss my own laundry machine from my apt. in VA. even though it was one of those weird european types that was a washer and dryer all in ONE. have you ever heard of those? now, the SF place make me lug down the hall, so yeah...i have to put clothes on.