tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905646156155063336.post8353758242314322718..comments2023-03-30T09:59:37.084-06:00Comments on a failed millennial: Laundry: Honoring the Women Who Came Before MeDaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00841687726160919504noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905646156155063336.post-17559056713932559522016-06-08T09:58:56.917-06:002016-06-08T09:58:56.917-06:00It's amazing how laundry is so undervalued, an...It's amazing how laundry is so undervalued, and I myself did not realize its importance until I moved to New York City. Growing up, my siblings and I also had laundry rituals, although it was not as structured as yours. I grew up in the suburbs, and my parents owned houses that also had laundry chutes, and our laundry responsibility was to throw our dirty clothes down the laundry chute which led to the laundry room in the basement. My mother had a large hamper down there ready to receive the clothes, and my older brother and I had to sort the clothes twice a week. Whites with other whites, coloreds with other coloreds, and bedroom sheets and towels separated into their own pile. Then, as an adult, I moved to New York City, and all my prior laundry skills all went to crap. I moved into tiny apartments with no laundry facilities, and I was forced to do laundry at the nearby laundromats, and suddenly doing laundry became a monumental task. I had to haul large bags of laundry down the avenues, come hell or high water. After a time, I finally gave in to drop off service, and so now I drop off my crapload of clothes, and pick it up when they are done. ♥ N o v ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06176664910703289355noreply@blogger.com