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My aunt, because she’s unable to work as a nurse, what with the titanium rods in her back, has embarked upon another career of sorts – teaching Home Ec to junior high students. No, nobody calls it that anymore; it’s Consumer And Family Sciences now (I still like to call it Home Ick, because I never took it in high school and can be obnoxious about all the poor souls stuck doing it while I escaped [hello, auto body class!]), but it’s the same thing – all of those basic cooking, housekeeping, DIY Life stuff that many school districts stopped teaching, because, you know, money. And, “Didn’t your Mama tell you how to sort clothes?”

From where I stood teaching junior high, looking at the ironing scorched, pink-dyed-whites, rumpled masses before me, the answer was, “Nope.” (And let’s not count the crowds who used Axe in lieu of soap, or pancake foundation and raccoon liner, or wore the same outfit three times in a row…) Some parents don’t have time to teach that stuff, much less inclination. After all, Martha exists to tell you how often to change your sheets.

Obviously, we could all use a little help with the laundry.

on the catwalk

sniffing the shirt he
determines his tomorrow.
yep. he’s too sexy.

what Mama said

fold in thirds,
use tight hospital corners,
floss nightly.

brights, darks, and colors

Hogwarth’s could have made
A fortune tweaking
That Sorting Hat thing.

Launder, rinse, repeat. Happy weekend.