So, it's official. I break washing machines. Apparently, I pack them too full, and over time, they get all thrown out of whack and die. While I was on my trip, my hubby went out and purchased what will be the 3rd washing machine we've had in this house since we moved in almost 6 years ago, and, in what I can only surmise was an act of kindness, he took it upon himself to break in the new machine and wash every single stitch of clothing to our names.(yes, that is an advent calendar hanging in the top right of the picture and yes, I finally did take down the tree and all the Christmas decorations tonight).
It was nice returning to clean laundry, except for the tiny fact that it ALL still needed to be sorted, folded, and put away. :)
Enter me and my aforementioned "domesticity".
I spent the day (and when I say "day" I mean from 10:00 this morning to almost 6:00 tonight, breaking only to fix lunch for the kiddos and change the occasional diaper) sorting clothes, folding clothes, reassigning clothes, and even repurposing a few items that had finally succumbed to their holes or stains. Here's a shot of a few of our newly created accessories after I took a pair of scissors to a few pieces that had seen better days...They are each wearing "headbands" made from waistbands cut from old pants, "arm warmers" made from sleeves cut from old shirts, and a few other doo-dads cut from here and there. Ya, we had some fancy ladies around here tonight. :)