Laundry Day

Every Sunday I take over the playroom floor to sort, fold and hang six freshly washed loads of laundry. In lieu of a real laundry room we have a washer/dryer closet on the main living floor many floors down from our bedrooms. I've tried to tackle it here and there throughout the week, but I've found it just works better to dedicate a day.


I was just getting started when I took this shot. My Sweets was still on a turkey excursion in the mountains. Buby was in the next room finishing his homework. Bleu was baking me a strawberry pie and ironing her baby's blankie. Bear was rolling around in my clean piles. Drooling. Happy. Memorized by the ceiling fan.