All Things Woompty

Washing my dainties in public

Today I went to the laundromat, and I took with me 5 loads of clothing (okay, technically it was 10 loads since it ended up being 2 doubles and two triples). And they were ALL MINE. I think I have too many clothes, seriously. This week's project has appeared to me as Time To Clean Out The Closets. Especially mine. Because I have clothes in there that I haven't worn in at least a year if not two, and they are clothes that no one else would wear either because seriously, there is a REASON I don't wear them and that is that they are Fugly and Not Attractive.

And so they will be thrown right the hell OUT. Eventually, this week sometime. I think.

And also, our hall closet needs to be cleaned out and have stuff tossed into storage because we are pack rats. But I digress.

Today I went to the laundromat, which is always interesting in my neighborhood. There's always some awesome people watching to do, regardless of the laundromat. I went to one today that is all giant and fancy, with about a gazillion machines and vending machines and actual Places To Sit (which was handy, because I spent my laundry time working on journaling in my 3-Day album, which is totally DONE now, thankyouverymuch), and NO QUARTERS. Seriously, the place uses these little cash cards that fit nicely in one's pocket, rendering my rolls of quarters useless.

It struck me about halfway through everything, as I hung my leopard print bra up on one of the rolling carts/racks to dry (because it's bad enough that I wash my bras in the washing machine, no way in hell am I going to DRY them too) and I was suddenly struck by the thought that I was showing dozens of people my undergarments. I was practically waving my ginormous ta-ta holder in the air and might as well have hollered "Hey, look at my sassy leopard print bra that my boyfriend LOVES!!" And don't try and tell me that no one was looking at it because there was a guy standing maybe ten yards away and he was totally looking.

And then with the underwear folding! There I am, folding my undies in front of the same dozens of people and I realized that as I watched Spongebob Squarepants on the TV above my head, I was folding up a black satin thong embroidered with red roses. I wonder what the tiny Thai woman next to me with her teenage son thought about THAT one. And then I started wondering if maybe next time I shouldn't just do my undergarments at home so as to spare myself the embarrassment of folding my sassy underpants in front of elderly Thai women. I mean, is that what other people do? Do they wash their underwear at home and only take the innocuous things like jeans and t-shirts to the laundromat to wash and fold in front of other people? And what about the Fluff 'n Fold? Do you turn your undies in to them with the rest of your clothes? (I certainly wouldn't, because I do not think that anyone other than me or Kevin should be handling my undies.)

Really, I just shouldn't be allowed to think when I do laundry.

posted by Melinda @ 7:57 PM