placemat
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Post by placemat on Dec 19, 2008 18:43:36 GMT -5
When I was younger, we used to have a laundromat here in town that was also a bar. That was awesome. I've never heard of that; it sounds amazing. Usually I just bring a book and hope the kids there are quiet enough for me to read. A laundromat bar could change my life though.  I did laundry today and was thinking about why it feels like such a hassle (or why I put it off until it becomes a giant deal). As others have mentioned, it's an easy chore. Once I start doing it I'm never bothered or annoyed at it; I love sitting and reading and eating crackers; it's relative luxury. I decided that the reason I whine about it is that it requires going into my bedroom, deciding what needs washing, and facing the fact that I have a million more clothes than I need or use. That's what really bugs me about laundry: remembering that I have a giant excess of clothes. I never mind doing laundry on vacation when I have only the amount of clothes I need. I like clothes okay, but I'm hardly a fanatic. I do have trouble getting rid of stuff after it wears out. Most of the excess clothes are there for sentimental reasons: there is the shirt I wore the first time I met someone, there's the skirt I wore to my friend's funeral, my grandmother gave me that ugly sweater, someone from my past used to like this t-shirt, ETC. It's frustrating seeing myself hogging things I don't use. Some sentimental items are ok but the clothe are too much. So as I was leaving the laundromat I separated out some old clothes that I don't need and dumped them off at the thrift store. I try to get rid of stuff every time I do laundry but it's tricky to force out the ones that I know I might still wear if I just hung them up within easy reach. Seriously though, if I donated all my pretty clothes and hung burlap sacks up within easy reach I PROBABLY wouldn't really feel it.  Cheers for washing machines <3 |
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Post by DJ on Dec 19, 2008 19:17:22 GMT -5
dumb suggestion but i've started cutting a snippet from clothes, and scrapbooking them. it helps me to have a piece of them i can see feel touch smell and the story about why it was so important.. and the rest goes away... i confess i am saving larger pieces to make a quilt from as well. but it really cuts down on the bulk to just save a -piece-
i can't wear it anyway anymore once it's too thrashed. and if it's packed away i can't appreciate it... but if it's in a scrapbook i can flip through it whenever i'm nostalgic...
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Post by mellowyellow on Dec 20, 2008 20:27:34 GMT -5
hate laundry but hate worse finding greasey grey stains on my fresh-out-of-dryer duvet!!!! GUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and now, very heated and tumbled dry!!!!!!!!!!!  ?help!!! |
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placemat
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Post by placemat on Dec 21, 2008 20:53:50 GMT -5
dumb suggestion but i've started cutting a snippet from clothes, and scrapbooking them. it helps me to have a piece of them i can see feel touch smell and the story about why it was so important.. and the rest goes away... i confess i am saving larger pieces to make a quilt from as well. but it really cuts down on the bulk to just save a -piece- i can't wear it anyway anymore once it's too thrashed. and if it's packed away i can't appreciate it... but if it's in a scrapbook i can flip through it whenever i'm nostalgic... That's not a dumb suggestion at all - I have been known to take photos of sentimental items so that I could donate/recycle the things themselves more easily. I remember reading another post of yours about saving snippets. It strikes me as a seriously good solution. I was actually thinking about it while doing that laundry from the above post. Examples: - Pajama shorts that I stole accidentally from a friend of a friend 10 years ago - Socks from the same experience (I was lent the pajamas, will never see the girl they belonged to again, they have a weird feeling attached mostly because they kept in shape for 8 of the 10 years) - Socks with holes that my cousin and I used to dress up a stuffed elephant the one night that we actually acted like teenage girls together (she has kids now and I doubt we'll be in touch) - Friend's shirt; he left it at my place accidentally then died a few months later after he moved away None of those things are functional but the fabric is recognizable to me and the memories are NOT getting any stronger just from the clothes taking up space. It's still hard to run scissors through the stuff. Luckily I'm young and don't have decades of memories hanging in the closet, but that also means it's not enough for a quilt yet. Now I try to recycle most of it regularly enough that it doesn't have the chance to graft to my heart.  |
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