If cottons and polyester blends could ever get confused, my laundry would be the first in line.
For the last 12 months, I’ve washed clothes in the weirdest places, with only ONE pleasant experience.
Y’all. I’m not a high maintenance girl. Really. I’m not. My laundry consists of t-shirts and leggings (yes, I’m 58 years old and I wear them. I am sure it’s a gift from the former me who HAD to wear panty hose in the summer in the 1970’s. WHO would refuse such a gift? Not me!)
Other clothing in my laundry are chemo week gear. Let me tell you about that.
Our grandLittle Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in February 2016 at the age of 16 months. In order to help support our daughter and her family, my husband and I went into a phase of life that meant many changes.
We rented out our home, stored ALL THE THINGS and lived in our RV, 3 hours away from daughter, until Six Little Acres, which is just minutes from daughter, was livable.
Believe it or not, I kept that part right there pretty simple.
For more than a year, I traveled from the RV to daughter, picked her and baby up, and off we went to Atlanta for treatment.
We did this every 14 days.
Let me say now that our grandLittle is doing so much better! She still needs prayer and there’s more treatment ahead, but we believe the worst is behind us. Praise God!
So back to the laundry. I was doing laundry at the Ronald McDonald House. Now that really was the best experience of all the laundryness that I had to do. But we didn’t always get a place at the Ronald McDonald House. Sometimes it was an outdoor washer and dryer in a downtown Atlanta motel and it was very creepy and scary. Sometimes it was the camp ground and other public laundromats. Either way, where ever we went it was easily $12-$30 just to do laundry. I had to get my clothing down to a minimum. I needed low maintenance clothes.
Changing my look was all very appropriate, considering the fact that in no time, I had become a hot mess. My long brown (colored) hair had several inches of grey roots. All that long hair was piled on top of my head because the heat coming off of my body was enough to make me break out into a sweat for no reason whatsoever. I was miserable.
Ain’t nobody got time for that. The hair got cut and not kidding, this is me:
Short, grey hair DON’T CARE. And that’s not all: There’s been NO makeup for over a year. I wore it twice and cried it off both times.
Baby cancer will do that to you.
Ok, so very soon into this experience, I realized my clothes were not sufficient for doing things such as helping a wee one battle cancer. I needed things that did not snap or buckle or zip. Pretty much what I needed was pull ’em up, pull ’em over, and GO. And I needed big shirts to hang over everything just in case “stuff” started falling out because I didn’t get them pulled all the way up before the toddler was climbing on me to get out of there! She was always very eager to leave infusion-as we all were. I carried her most of the time and I was happy to do so.
It was during this time there was no room in my life for make up, bracelets, dangling earrings, necklaces, fancy purses or dressy, trendy shoes.
Nope no holes barred. I was going to be as stealth as possible, zipping in and out of that children’s hospital, toting baby and luggage (daughter did also) to hotels for the week, and trolling the streets of Atlanta, looking for places we could afford to eat. Hot mess. Hot, hot mess.
Well, I found the perfect ensemble for such a task as this. With plenty of tunics, leggings and a hipster type purse that hung over my shoulder and landed on the opposite hip, it was all I needed and all I really could manage.
And as of last Thursday (yes, I know I blogged about them already, but it’s THAT important, y’all!) I have my washer and dryer, here, at Six Little Acres.
I have washed everything. Even my Stampin’ Up backpack, the absolute necessity for all those trips. It’s hanging up to dry now.
Ninja Man might be a little jealous because I’ve been hugging these dreamy machines all weekend. I’m trying to keep it classy, but just one kiss on the power button is all innocent, right?
Oh, and the laundry room is pretty small but it is just enough to do the job. I found that rack above at Hobby Lobby for 40% off. It’s the bombdiggity.
Well, that’s it. I’ll try to peel my lips off these dream machine (they DON’T even take quarters!) and report back soon on other things going on at Six Little Acres. I have more time now that I’m not heading to the laundromat every other day. #uppity.
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