It's no big deal - we have been back-and-forth enough to carry a load over to dry and/or carry a dried load home every other day or so. And the Laundry Fairy has done remarkably well at keeping the laundry caught up, and folding the clothes as soon as they came home. I've been pretty proud of her, actually.
On Friday, Mr. Official decided it was time to quit dallying and get a new dryer, so we ordered one and it was delivered yesterday. Good call - now we can wash and dry clothes much easier.
Yesterday - for the first time since we moved in - I realized the iron did not make the trip. Some linen napkins came through that absolutely positively must be pressed before they can be put away.
Now that I think about it, the Downy Wrinkle Release (magical stuff) is still at the old place, too. So for 16 days, not a single blessed piece of clothing we've worn has been touched with an iron. And thinking back, I'm not sure anything got ironed during the two week paint-and-move-a-thon.
I'm still trying to figure out how the Laundry Fairy has managed to totally avoid ironing for the better part of a month. If you have seen us with wrinkled clothes and were simply too kind to say anything, thanks.
Happy Monday!
