Three Coats

In a world of unintentional housewifery, one must continuously find a way to procrastinate and avoid the actual housework. Today, my prescribed housework was supposed to be folding the clothes. Now, I LOVE clothes, I love shopping for clothes, I love skimming through magazines looking at clothes, I love skimming through catalogues dreaming of what I would buy if I had the money, I even try my hand at making my own clothes from time to time. However, I HATE washing, drying and folding clothes. Now, my darling husband and I have worked out several chores that we split into parts, he takes care of one bit, I the other. This is how we handle clothes. Our laundry room is in our basement and currently hard for me to access (long story, another time – another frustrated procrastination based post), so the hubby carries the dirty laundry downstairs, puts through the wash cycle, the dry cycle and then moves all the laundry back upstairs for me to fold. This is a great system that I think is more in my favor than his, but we won’t tell him that. So what is my gripe about laundry, considering it is made so easy for me? The fact that he will go two months with only doing his work clothes and underwear (don’t be grossed, I have enough garments to last two months without cause to launder anything) and will pull straight from the dryer his sartorial needs for the day every morning. That is until he runs out of socks or I ask for my stuff to be washed. Then it is like a marathon. Before I know it, I have twelve, 12!!!!, loads of laundry to fold. Do you have any idea how overwhelming that can be? There are times the clean laundry is dumped on our couch and left to grow and multiply as he just plows through load after load of laundry.

So, after forcing myself to shake, straighten, smooth, and square-off two-dozen tee shirts, I need a break.

There are two baskets of clean laundry in our bedroom, located prominently in front of our closet that is so disorganized and cluttered I can not currently close the doors. 

The hubby has asked me for a week now if today is the day I will fold the clothes and everyday for the last week I found one suitable distraction or another to legitimately postpone or otherwise prevent me from having to do this dreaded chore. Today, I had no easy out, so I had to make one. And I found it in three delicious coats of ‘artist’s sapphire’ blue nail polish. You can not possibly fold clothes with wet nails and to properly manicure one’s nails can take hours from start to finish – finish being three coats of nail polish thoroughly dried and sealed with top coat.

So, our undies may still be forming wrinkles next to his work shirt, lying next to my workout pants, on top of our spring comforter and it may take me an extra shake to de-wrinkle his khakis, but my nails are three coats of exquisitely sapphire blue, the shade of the evening sky just as the first star comes out to play.