How many of you have lived, or are living, without a washer and dryer at your beck and call? I'm guessing there aren't many. I'm at my friend Joelle's house in San Francisco and, as has become my habit, I showed up here (as I do whenever I visit friends these days) with a load of laundry. In this case, I have two. Most of the time, I do my laundry at Gina's. In any of these scenarios, I cannot describe how joyous it feels to me to have clean clothes. I have learned that three piles (darks, colors, and whites) are unnecessary. When you don't have a washer or dryer, you learn to consolidate. Really, whites do just fine alongside gray sweatshirts and orange towels (yes, orange. It's Betsy's (my camper) signature accent color. Don't judge).
My apartment in Virginia will have a washer and dryer. THAT'S luxury. Keep your damned BMWs. I'll take the clean clothes.
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