Hello everyone!!!
How was your weekend? Ours was wet and very cold. The kind where, the front of the fireplace is the only place you want to be with a throw, snoring dogs at your feet, a good red wine and a lovely pile of magazines and a good book!
Now its Monday morn and....
..well, I stumbled out of bed and poured myself a cup of ambition and viewed the bulging laundry basket with a look of utter dismay!! I swear it was empty on Friday!! Not even a lost sock in sight...and I was home alone all weekend and wore the same outfit twice???
I love these apothecary jars! Mine are all safely ensconced on my formal dining table and I am not sure that they are going to do duty in the laundry room just yet!
Let me explain.... I share the basket with a dance student, aka my son, Byron. He has perfected the fine art of "layering" for the cold wet winter's mornings of The Mother City. Please, let me emphatically, empathise that word "layering", hence, the pregnant laundry basket...sigh...a long layered sigh!! And again.....s...i...g...h...
Glamorous chandelier for the laundry room and I have to say that the aqua colour of the walls would definitely have a calming affect for a labouring laundry maid!
His morning ritual ( can't really call it anything else than a ritual) of dressing for class is as follows .... first, his dance/jazz pants with a sleeveless vest, followed by a tight long sleeve "under top" ( just until he is warmed up in class...), followed by an over top or two, depending on the frostiness of his bedroom chambers. Finally it is topped off with a hoodie, for... if it rains and then a jacket against the wind, you understand? Feet...ditto!
Thin ballet socks followed by thin actual socks, followed by thick woollen socks... I am surprised that he fits them, his socked up feet, into his shoes at all!!! All this for the walk from the car park to the dance studio...
Another glamorous chandelier for the laundry room! Have I missed a trend or what? Note to self... investigate laundry in new house to see if a chandelier might be an option....as chief laundry maid, I defiantly need some eye candy in there to deter sighing and the odd screech... will fill you in , in due time....
Oh yes, did I mention that it is winter here and that our winters are wet wet wet... and getting the laundry dry, without using the tumble drier and the entire supply of Eskom Electricity is a fine art in management that needs far more publicity than it currently enjoys. Sigh....electric one this time....
Serious electric consumption going on in here but glam all the same...check those jars out. Maybe mine should move from the dining table to the laundry...
Getting things dry is, well a stroke of luck really... Time to top up my cup of ambition afore I tackle it, the pregnant basket, and wrestle it into submission...
This one might work for me...
I bet few laundries actually look as civilised as these do on laundry day....
What a great sorting system... one which will fail outright in my house with the dance student. Well, when he disrobes his layered self at bath time from his sweaty layers he somehow manages to do it in one movement...yip all them layers lands, if I am lucky, into the laundry basket as if it one solid garment. Emphasis on solid!!
Enters the laundry maid circa 2012....fuelled up by two cups of coffee and on caffeine high ....
...what follows now is not for printing...but some choice words gets uttered whilst I try to disentangle the multiple layers!!! This is not an exercise you wanna attempt when in a rush... you just quickly wanted to throw the laundry into the machine in passing out the door to do your shopping....no sirree this is a gym workout of approximately an hour, preferably done alone ( to spare anyone the words that fly randomly from your lips) whilst you yourself start to disrobe from the heat generated in your entangled wrestle.
The dog runs for cover. If the student was home on a Monday morn, well, I might be writing this from my cell and if the neighbour caught a glimpse of me in this instant I might I might be writing it from an asylum!!
Now, this might just be the answer....a sophisticated room where no choice language is allowed and a chair on which to perch, the calming sounds of Vivaldi's four seasons rings out while I sit and gently disentangle my dearest beloved sons dance ensemble while humming along!!!
...and when I'm done I will still be in the mood to arrange a vase or two...
Love this space and the colours
The red denotes my laundry mood!!!
A round of applause please!!! All the layers have been disentangled, I am still a free women, the student is alive and was last seen roaming on the beachfront and it is not raining, it just looks rather bleak outside and the kettle is on of a top up on the ambition!
Live Well
Veronica
xxx
All laundry rants and screeches may be left in the comment box below, choice language...well...optional...and all sympathetic comments will get preference...
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