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That's just depressing.
Jan. 30th, 2006 04:46 pmWe are a pair of filthy packrats living in a nest made of cast-off clothing, used furniture, dirty dishes and broken electronics. Justin's mom bought us a kit of spare parts for the dryer, since the Sears near her house DOES sell parts; it contained every single user-replaceable part in the machine, and we (by which I mean "Justin, and sometimes I held something up for him") spent an hour replacing everything, because no one thing looked like it was the cause of the infernal squealing. After vacuuming out thirty years' worth of accumulated lint and struggling to get the drum back into its spot, we turned it on... and looked at it, trying to figure out whether it was working or not. It was so QUIET!
So now we get to work on the backlog of clothes piled in the bedroom. The trouble is, they're not all dirty. Our wardrobes are huge, our dresser is tiny, and so (1) we can, and often do, go months at a time without wearing the same outfit twice, and (2) there is not room for our clothes in the chest of drawers. When I get my tax refund, I'm going to go to Ikea and buy a roomier dresser - not to replace, but to supplement, Justin's existing 1930s bakelite-trimmed crappy-condition heirloom - but in the meantime, we've been taking loads out of the dryer and piling them initially on, but later simply near, the armchair in the bedroom. It's reached the point in the last week or so where I can't get out of bed in the morning to get ready for work without falling down and barking my shin on something because of the Clothing Everest, so I just spent an hour and a half sorting, folding, and finding homes for stuff.
All I managed to get put away was my own stuff. There's still a massive pile of Justin's laundry on the floor, plus all the stuff that's still dirty and hasn't made it into the machine yet. I used up two of the four drawers in the dresser - one for my undies and socks, one for my t-shirts and pants, and one for the unisex t-shirts we share between us (mostly from Threadless) - and there are no longer any free hangers in the house, after I put up my woven, button-front, or otherwise dressier shirts, jackets and dresses. I have no idea where the rest of these clothes are going to go.
And we really do wear all this stuff. We've already gone through and culled for the Salvation Army twice, and we just have too many clothes. I feel so overpriveleged.
So now we get to work on the backlog of clothes piled in the bedroom. The trouble is, they're not all dirty. Our wardrobes are huge, our dresser is tiny, and so (1) we can, and often do, go months at a time without wearing the same outfit twice, and (2) there is not room for our clothes in the chest of drawers. When I get my tax refund, I'm going to go to Ikea and buy a roomier dresser - not to replace, but to supplement, Justin's existing 1930s bakelite-trimmed crappy-condition heirloom - but in the meantime, we've been taking loads out of the dryer and piling them initially on, but later simply near, the armchair in the bedroom. It's reached the point in the last week or so where I can't get out of bed in the morning to get ready for work without falling down and barking my shin on something because of the Clothing Everest, so I just spent an hour and a half sorting, folding, and finding homes for stuff.
All I managed to get put away was my own stuff. There's still a massive pile of Justin's laundry on the floor, plus all the stuff that's still dirty and hasn't made it into the machine yet. I used up two of the four drawers in the dresser - one for my undies and socks, one for my t-shirts and pants, and one for the unisex t-shirts we share between us (mostly from Threadless) - and there are no longer any free hangers in the house, after I put up my woven, button-front, or otherwise dressier shirts, jackets and dresses. I have no idea where the rest of these clothes are going to go.
And we really do wear all this stuff. We've already gone through and culled for the Salvation Army twice, and we just have too many clothes. I feel so overpriveleged.
