I am very good at laundry. The washing part, that is. The part where you pull the clothes out of the dryer and put them away…well, not so much. My house in Louisiana was tee na na (super small) and the laundry “room” was a closet in the hallway. I confess that “putting clothes away” usually meant pulling the clothes out of the dryer and placing them (in a still-warm ball) on top of the dryer. Yes. I had to iron a lot. (Apparently, Mom was right, and hanging up … Continue reading Hang up the laundry