A Foust Thing.

My achilles heal is laundry. 100%

I hate doing laundry. DESPISE IT. Dirty clothes cover my basement floor like a carpet.

My aunt visited once from St. Louis, she can attest. She spent 48 consecutive hours doing it for me.

I remember my Mom telling me that after she married my Dad, he came with 400 pairs of underwear because he too, hated doing laundry.

I guess it's a Foust thing.

For awhile, I found this magical service that would come and pick up my laundry from my front porch, and return it the next day, neatly pressed and folded. It was a utopian existence.

Ahhhh the good old days, pre-pandemic.

Once again I can't see the basement floor.

However, when I DO DO the laundry, it is my version of Easter.

Ah, that's where that shirt went!

Oh I love these jeans!

Awe I remember this sweater!

Yessss I love these pajamas!

It is like going shopping in my own house.

So while I don't like doing the laundry, I can see the silver lining.

It is like a gift from me to me.

Yes, there are little blessings everywhere.

Xoxo,

C.