Laundry is one of those things I never quite made peace with. For one thing, just when you think you’ve got it under control, there’s more of it. For another, does any human being need this many T-shirts? I think not.
But I can’t get rid of any of them. They are all fundamentally precious and they have great sentimental value. Each and every one. Even that horrible old yellow Steve’s Ice Cream shirt (Steve’s is long gone; Herrell’s remains). Because Lehze gave me that shirt when she worked at the Steve’s on Church Street, right after we fell in love and the world was all candles in the dark and ice cream discarded at bedside.
I need it and I’m not throwing it out.
I live in a Brooklyn studio, which makes the Too Many Things problem an increasingly critical one. Putting the laundry away involves more shoving than is probably correct. But now, thanks to the miracle of the Internet, we can all learn how to fold a T-shirt in one swanky move (mpeg, 2 megs). This takes 22 seconds to accomplish. Accompaniment in Japanese, or something quite like it.