May 22, 2009
I have it. And it is taking over my home.
The laundry comes out of the machine. It gets dumped on an available surface, sometimes folded, oftentimes not, especially if it is towels or sheets or Mr.’s socks. It does not make it to the closet, because the closet is a disaster. And disasters in small spaces = bad news bears.
To dress, I henpeck what sits on a table, hangs on a drying rack. I therefore wear 20%, maybe 30% of my wardrobe.
Do I have too many clothings? Do I need a dresser, a dream closet? Do I need to turn my entire back room (all 84 square feet of it) into a primping room, like this one from an early issue of domino magazine?
My hunch: I need to kick the lazy. Though a dressing room would be so glamour-puss.
Do you have laundry purgatory? How do you fight it?