I did appreciate this bit in WaPo absolving me of all blame for the piles of clean, unsorted laundry I leave lying around the house.
Many people call it the laundry chair. But it’s not always a chair that serves as a repository for the heap of clothes in laundry limbo. It might be a futon, or an ottoman, or the top of a dresser, or an exercise bike being put to a different kind of workout. If it has a surface area fit for plopping, it will do.
Anecdotal evidence indicates that most of us have some kind of clothes chair, perhaps most famously Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.). The specifics of the pile — its size, the stage of cleanliness — vary, but we need some kind of in-between space, and that’s what the laundry chair gives us. It’s time to embrace it.
What I find unbelievable is that anyone is able to confine the clothesplosion to just one chair. I’ve got, like, half a dozen different ‘in-between spaces’ I can think of for the dumping of clean laundry. Indeed, I wish that when we renovated the house we’d told the architect to just create one vast hangar space with a suction tube running into it from the laundry.