To be honest, I've never been the best housekeeper. My apartment is neat, uncluttered and I mop, dust, vacuum and scrub regularly. You know, the basics. I'm just not the housekeeper my mother was.
She ironed our underwear, towels and sheets. I always thought that was a tad above and beyond the call but of course I never said anything out loud. She would be displeased to know that her youngest daughter currently doesn't even own a working iron. Before you imagine me a ball of wrinkles, you should know that I am on very friendly terms with the dry cleaner downstairs. Their "in by 7 out by 5" policy is a lifesaver.
Mother never really showed us how to cook or do housework. Perhaps she hoped we'd osmose it or, way better, marry someone rich enough to provide a maid or two. In her dreams! Neither happened which is why, 40 years later, I still can't fold a fitted sheet.
Is there some secret to this? Does it involve a grasp of geometry -- folding angle to angle? Or is origami a better approach? What if I treat it like fine Japanese paper? Will I wind up with a neatly folded sheet -- or a locust perched on a lotus blossom?
I lose the fitted sheet battle every time I fold laundry. My solution? Roll the damn thing up like a sleeping bag and shove it in the linen closet. However, if you should meet my mother in that great big laundry room in the sky, tell her how orderly my apartment is -- and evade any questions about wrinkled sheets.
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