I have been mildly obsessed with doing my laundry at 3 a.m. - in true hand washing style.
All of a sudden, all my clothes seem too delicate, too vulnerable, to be tossed carelessly into the sucking washing machine.
Scarves dry amazingly fast by the way.
Chiffon tops are a nightmare. You think you've squeezed all the water out, but yet they keep drip drip drip-ping on my bathroom floor. So deceptive.
I'm just preparing myself for my move to China. Washing machines there hold a ridiculously small amount of clothes (a little larger than my bag of rice times two). The one in my new apartment (if I even have one) will probably just sputter and die if I shove my usual two weeks worth of laundry down its throat. And I can't do the American thing and just haul my laundry back home every weekend when I visit. People would hate me when I get on the metro.*
Well, I guess this will be good practice for eventual housewife-hood too. I heard that the laundry detail is pretty intense.
* Yes, I realize that I could solve my problem by doing laundry more often. And no, I don't like that idea.
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