The L&S Edit No. 34
Every year the entirely predictable Winter Laundry Crisis takes me by surprise. As the rain pelts our tin roof, the interior of our abode comes to resemble some sort of humid laundry jungle, with every hook, chair back, clothes horse and security-gate-hanger-apparatus covered in blooming bloomers, hanging trousers, dripping dresses, t-shirts, jerseys and more.
