Mountains of Rainbows

I've gotten a bit behind in my laundry chores. Oh, I've washed the clothes. And I've even folded some of them. But... alas, they still sit lazily in baskets around the perimeter of my bedroom. More proof that you CAN have too many clothes baskets.

You'd think things would have slowed down some in the laundry department. Firstly, my boys have had to do their own laundry for years... which is not to say I don't occasionally do the loving mother load once in a while... I do... and it makes me happy. It's just one of my oddities. I think I got it from my mother. She used to sneak into my apartment and clean and take my laundry and wash it. But I digress. And secondly, my boys are in college now. They're not even living here. How is it even possible to have mountains of laundry?

I spent an entire day sorting and hanging and folding and weeding through clothes. Here are my labeled piles:
1. "Clothes that are a little wrinkled but the heat from my body will straighten them out, so they can be hung up."
2. "Clothes that need to be ironed, but I hate ironing, so they shall be washed again (on light soil so as to minimize my carbon footprint...even a little) and I promise to set a timer and fold them this time around. Honest."
3. "Clothes that are not wrinkled but, despite being clean, have so much cat hair on them that I need to wash them again. Damn cats."
4. And let's not forget the "Dirty Clothes" pile. I don't care what any of you say. It doesn't matter how fastidious you are with their laundry chores... there is never NOT a dirty clothes pile. (rolling eyes while thinking... double negative means a positive... yes.. that's exactly what I meant to say.)

My children say that when they're on their own, they will never have pets until they get old and no longer care how they look... Yea... Go ahead... Take as much time as you need to think about what my kids just said to me... I can wait...

Okay, to give you some back story... I have two white cats, and a largely black wardrobe. What was I thinking? Actually, to be fair, I had the black wardrobe first. I traded a rabbit for the one cat (that's its own story), and my kids talked their father into the second cat because it came with a year's supply of free food. What a bargain, right? Meanwhile, truth is... with my luck... if I had an all white wardrobe, I'd have owned two black cats. That's just how I roll.

Also, you should know... I sort my closet by color, then type. It's so I can dress quickly. It goes whites, tans, oranges, reds, purples, blues, greens, browns, blacks. Then, within the colors, I sort by types. So, for instance... with shirts... it'd be no sleeves, short sleeves, then long sleeves. And with pants, it'd be capris, then long pants, then jeans. Yes, I have a rainbow of clothes. But don't worry, none of them fit me... It's all for show for when I lose those last 60 lbs.

You'd think with all the clothes that I have that DON'T fit me, that my laundry loads would be minimal. But noooo... I'm 50 years old and in full blown menopause. I change clothes a lot. Did you need to know that? No. Do I care? No. Deal with it. It's also how I roll.

So, fast forward... I've rewashed my black load of clothes. I even remembered to set the timer so I'd remember to hang the delicates so they wouldn't wrinkle. I don't know about you, but I'm extremely proud of myself here... but I guess I just impress easily. Now, I'm not new to this but, I am still amazed how much cat hair remains woven into the clothes. In hindsight, I should have just duct taped them in the first place... but at least with the hanging of the delicates, they don't need to be ironed (read: either rewashed or run through a warm dryer).

Although my motto is "No outfit is complete without pet hair", sometimes I must admit it looks like I'm wearing a cat fur coat. I'm worried that PETA is gonna throw red paint on me and then I'll have to increase my red section of cat covered clothes in my closet.