Laundry is my enemy.
It is out to get me.
It never ever ever ends.
Just when I think I have washed it all, hung it all, folded it all and put it all away… it starts again.
I really don’t like laundry.
There is always so much washing to do because we have so many bodies to clothe.
We are lucky not only to have the clothes, but the bodies who wear them.
That makes these piles of washing imperfectly perfect.
Is your life wonderfully, crazily, impossibly, perfectly imperfect too?
Then join in and add your link to Monday’s post and while you are there check out everyone else who is celebrating their imperfections. There are so many truly fabulous posts, thank you all for sharing!