It seems like fresh laundry shows up on a lot of people's lists of things that make them happy. I think at least a hundred of my facebook friends have that listed as one of their interests. I get it. Really, I do. It's one of the simple things; seeing it hanging on a line, the smell of it coming out of the dryer, the coziness of fresh towels. My husband is one of these people that loves fresh laundry, especially the smell. Whenever we see a display of scented candles, that's always the one he opens and inhales first. I just can't get on board with a love of laundry though. While I concede that a basket of fresh laundry beats a hamper of the dirty stuff handily, it just doesn't turn me on the way it seems to do for most people. You know what I think would be really swell? If I could forgo the laundry altogether and just have a closet of new clothes every time. Yeah, that would be way better I think.
