I heart fluff and fold. A fellow blogger (Peach In Place) recently reminded me how much I used to appreciate the service. And here's the undeniable reason why... the art of matching socks. No one else does a better job. The proof is in the fact most of us tend to have those almost identical pairs of socks in your laundry. Almost in that one pair is a little more worn or downright holey than the other pair. The trick is to match the shotty sock with its equally shotty partner, not to be mixed with the good pair. Nothing is worse than, just before leaving for work, unfolding your socks only to find that one sock is pristine while the other looks like well... crap. You know instantly if you don’t take the time that you don’t have to go back to the sock drawer and vigorously search for that other good sock, your day will suck because of a disproportionate and uncouth feeling at your feet, increasing the chance of you becoming unhinged and offing your boss and/or useless co-worker. Phew! All this violence and mayhem could have been avoided with the simple and ever-convenient services of an immigrant lady resembling my own grandmother from either side.
Fluff and fold. It can save lives.
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