about the dual washer dryer.
We’ve had one for five years- first laying eyes on one in our last Brooklyn apartment and then in London. Every single person who comes to visit asks me about it. Which means that they are not very common. So what are the odds we would have two consecutively? One in bullshit. If you must know.
Yep, I hate the things. I don’t want to complain because in NYC it was a luxury to be able to do laundry at home. And in London many people have these contraptions.
I wish I could explain the space-age technology that allows one machine to both wash and dry. From my layman’s perspective, I only know that these machines take over four hours to do one small load of laundry, and dry with an intermittent wet heat that creates whatever the opposite of wrinkle-free is. Right, wrinkles.
Wrinkles like you’ve never seen. Permanent everlasting iron-proof life-altering mind-bending and gravity-defying wrinkles. Which means I hang dry everything. Which means our flat is always covered in wet clothes. Which means why bother having the dual washer dryer in the first place. See for yourself. I bring you “Pillowcase Edge in Perma-Accordion Wrinkle No. 17”. (Now displayed at the Museum of Modern Art.)
The world also needs to know that…drumroll…the 2,000th comment was posted on this blog over the weekend by none other than MY MOTHER. It’s not rigged folks, I swear. Mom, your prize is some yorkshire pudding, made by yours truly.