Jessica McFarland

This evening, I couldn’t get inspired. I stared at the blank TextEdit window, and nothing came. Words, music, ideas-all eluded me. All the meaning and glory of the universe drifted aimlessly through the air, past me, on its way to a trendier post code. So I…

…started cleaning. I didn’t want to. I had been putting it off for days. But I put on my 80s playlist and went to it. I vacuumed the hair (I shed like a cat) and grit off of the hardwood floors. I ironed my skirts (I can do this without mishap now). I put the bath mats in the laundry. I put my Oyster card and house keys next to the door to avoid morning panic. (more…)

Today is laundry day.

What am I saying? In my flat, most days are laundry days. I have clothes in the machine now, but the clothes I washed a few days ago are still hanging up to dry. And they still have to be ironed.

This is rapidly taking over my life. Any spare moments must be devoted to the washing and maintaining of clothes, or I will literally “have nothing to wear.”
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