my post went up over at the api speaks blog today. i was tempted to just use that as my post for here today as well but then i figured the point of posting is writing and i wrote that a few weeks ago so it hardly counts. so here i am sitting in front of a blank screen with an equally blank brain instead. blank. blank. blank. blink.
are you still there?
it is dreary and gray raining today in south carolina. today was supposed to be the day we said goodbye to my mom’s old horse, storm warning, but it was too stormy for the backhoe to come dig the hole. i am sensing some irony there.
have i ever told you that i am a compulsive folder? i mean, flash offers to help fold the laundry but when he does it i have to unfold all my things and refold them because i need my clothes folded just so. don’t even get me started on the diapers. why am i a compulsive folder? where did this come from? well, lets not go there. lets just say that in the few short months that i worked at the gap in a nearby town when i was college aged i was very very popular with the managers. i would happily and neurotically refold entire cubes of tshirt displays. redoing the jeans wall kept me busy for hours. i was even promoted to working on mannequin displays because my attention to detail was flawless and downright gappy.
while i was working there i came up with this brilliant advertising campaign for gap body. i thought they should use a photo of a woman sitting in a skirt with her legs just barely parted and text across the undies shot area that said “giving gap.” ok, is the perfect or what? somehow no one else liked the idea. i still can’t believe they haven’t used it.
the biggest problem with the folding thing is that it makes laundry somewhat slower because i can’t accept much folding help. even just letting flash fold his own things in such an undignified way gives me the shivers. my fingers are itching to shake it out taught, and then do the perfect gapilicious fold. and then to stack it on top of the other things, all folded exactly the same size, with all the edges matching up perfectly. oh god that feels good.
i know i am not the only folder out there. i am sure that there is something brilliant and comforting to be said about us. but for now we’ll leave it at this. if you are lucky enough to be married to a folder please thank him/her and admire the handiwork. not everyone is born to fold like this — without even the help of a folding board. just a magical folding ability gift…
ok and also, i am supposed to be cooking a recipe off PW tonight and her site is giving me the strangest “malware” alert so for goodness sakes if someone could take care of that i would really appreciate it! hello? anyone? anyone out there?
I happen to be married to a folder and I count my blessings everyday for him,
. I am also married to a chronic organizer (though he does have a tendency to master organized messes as well).
Oh, and back in my college days, I too worked at the GAP but apparently my folding skills (lack thereof) got me promoted to store greeter. I just had to stand there and be friendly,
. Not a hard job at all, but um, a bit boring after a while. Moved on to caring for children and the elderly after that.
i don’t have the folding thing… but hey, kudos to you for being intentional there!
nice post on the API blog, good for you!
@jessica – the interesting thing is that although i am obsessive about my folding i am otherwise pretty much a house slob! go figure.
@heartpondering – thanks for the props!