Tags From Heaven

I hate doing the laundry.

Those who know me, and those who read my "hot-bliggity-blog," know that I detest doing the laundry.  I've made reference to my contempt for it a number of times.  I do not enjoy keeping tabs on every pair of white socks in my household, especially since my dryer seems to consume most of them on a weekly basis.  And don't even get me started on the folding!  Oh boy, oh boy, folding the laundry makes me crazy.  It's tedious, like math homework.  It's dull, like the sound of Larry King's voice.   (That man looks like an owl!)  Laundry is an endless household chore--one that is never done, over, complete, finished!  That is why it is the proverbial pebble in my polka dot shoe...or Tide infused sock.   

Sadly, I have a lousy relationship with my washing machine.  Don't get me wrong, I AM grateful for it's modern convenience.  I would never have made it as a pioneer woman.  (First of all, NO mascara.)  I couldn't have handled scrubbing clothes against the rocks of a riverbed.  And the rinse cycle probably would have been icy cold in that mountain water.  Yikes!

I suppose part of the reason why the "GE Super Load Capacity Washer/Mama Leisha" relationship is so lousy is because we can't seem to get away from each other; to catch a break, to gain some space.  It seems my washing machine and I are always hanging out--a girls day in, if you will.  She says, "Oh!  Hello again."  And I say, "I really need to get out more, this is starting to get monotonous."  (And alarming, since I'm implying I believe my washer to be:  a.) female, and b.) alive.  I may need to talk to someone.)

Imagine my delight when, in the middle of my "Laundry Day Lollapalooza," I discovered a "tag from  heaven" sewn into my dark-denim skinny jeans.  (Side note:  I am a crazy, compulsive "tag checker."  I wholly rely on them to guide me through the ins and outs of properly caring for clothing.)  Right there beneath "no bleach" (no duh) and "tumble dry low" is a sweet little message to break up the monotony of the rinse cycles, and to put a smile on my otherwise ornery-looking face:      

What a lovely remainder!  Something to soften my heart, the way my Downey "Simple Pleasures" dryer sheets (in lavender) soften my towels.  And speaking of towels...

I've got folding to do.