Many complain about the mundane chores; dishes, vacuuming, dusting (don't even get me started) but when it comes to laundry, for me, there is a touch of a romantic notion. It only just recently become clear to me when I was enjoying this view that maybe I would be looked at sideways by some for enjoying the look of a basket full of clean laundry.
My clothesline obsession has been hinted at here and there and has now found a resting place here. The rudimentary aspects of the laundress, a la Kate Winslet in Quills (minus the insane asylum and unrequited love) appeal to my senses somehow. Was I a coy laundress in a past life, walking through halls with a basket balanced on my hip and a tune in my head?
Fancy laundry rooms or pretty washing machines aren't really what I'm going for here. It is really an aesthetic. Baskets, fabric, piles....this is kind of a new revelation and fascination. I'll have to see if it goes anywhere from here.
Perhaps I'm just finding a little bit of zen in this housekeeping world that many overlook. Challenging the idea that it is mindless or drudgery. I'll keep you posted.