Today I'm wearing a cute burgundy short-sleeved knitted top that I paid something like three bucks for at Value Village. I hardly ever wear it, sadly, because it is one of *those* that needs hand washing and laying flat to dry. That rarely happens, so it usually lives at the bottom of my laundry hamper.
So this lady on the street corner says to me, "I love your sweater. Did you knit it?"
I laughed and said, "No, I wouldn't have the patience for something like that."
As I walked away, I wondered what she'd say if I told her I write novels? Probably something to the effect of: "I wouldn't have the patience for something like that."
I guess we pick what we want patience for!
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LOL, great insight there. I guess we do what we care about doing.
Very true, Val. If you don't love it, it's a trauma and a half. If you do, no effort is too great :).
What's funny is that I don't appear to have patience for washing this sweater by hand and it takes, what, five minutes tops?
Oh yeah.
Okay, you know how college students leave clothes lying around and just check whether they smell clean or if all the dirt has fallen off because of the effect of gravity? That is my attitude toward hand washables.
I believe in the Darwinian theory of laundry--survival of the fittest in my washer and dryer.
As for patience, I offer my mom, my husband, and my older child as witnesses to the fact that I have none. I'm just stubborn . . . er, persistent.
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