by megankillian
I definitively own a washer and dryer. I bought them cast-off off craigslist when we found out our new chore had hookups. Let me exordium this by saying that I disposition living in the Majuscule letters Peninsula. Among other things, shelter is tight and cast-off accouterments is at the end of the day affirmed away. So I now am capable to clean up (and dry! although I dally dry all my perpetual materials) my clothes more commonly, no longer have a clothes agglomeration of effluvium brewing in my bedroom, and can run more regularly in my favorite clothes.
Luckily for my apparel I had stocked up on on-going clothes ex to owning a washer and dryer. In the days when I had trek it to the laundromat with five hundred pounds of denim, lycra, and wool, I managed to buy enough competition clothes to run in something antiseptic for about two weeks. Yes, I have at least ten pairs of shorts, four pairs of capris, and too many sustained tops to enumerate. My bawl out-limiting-circumstance, at least during the pre-washambrian era, was underwear. My stints between laundroramas were about five weeks, though. Do the math… I obviously re-wore my favorite items (expressly my Saucony Run Lux shorts and Empress top that take dodge in my locker at the gym) more than I would like to broach. But, all is straightforward in inclination and war (and that allegation has nothing to do with anything I am talking about)- and with the advent of Dame Washer and Sir Dryer, I could exhale a murmur of remission (and send the shorts I still have from squeaky educate off to Goodwill).
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