I just got back from almost 3 hours at the laundromat and I had a few thoughts to share with all of you.
1) I own clothing in every color under the sun. This isn't news and it isn't shocking, but somehow it is shocking to me every single time I do laundry. I am surprised at the colors in my cart and I do not understand why I am surprised, but I am. It's as if I forget that I own things in every color known to man until it's gathered up in my grandma cart for the world to see as I schlep it to the laundromat. Even my undergarments - socks, bras and panties are pink and red and blue, with just a little bit of black thrown in for good measure.
2) I think y'all would be shocked and horrified if you could see what I was wearing at this moment in time. I look like a hot mess. I do own sweats and I'm wearing them right now and yes they are magenta and while they can be cute, right now I am not. One of these days I'm going to be a real live grown-up and live in a building that has a washer/dryer in it. Also I'm going to write a post about my pajama zone and sweats zone rule.
3) Someone, someday will have to explain to me why it is that when you are at your very worst and feeling as unattractive as can be, that is the moment when multiple men decide to hit on you. When you're out for a run in the park or are hungover and headed to the bagel store or are doing your laundry in your sweat pants. Please, someone explain that to me.
Ok my list is finished. I'm about to head to the Morgan Library for the first time ever. I'm super excited.