Pink Socks
Doing the laundry is not something i look forward to doing, especially when the outcome is something unexpected. I think in some places in the world, people need to take their dirty clothes to the nearest river, soak them in the water, lather with soap, and slap them against some rocks or a soap board before wringing them out and carrying their load back home.
Sounds like a lot of hard work just for some clean clothes hey? How convenient it must then be for the most of us to have our very own washing machine at home. The washing process couldn’t be made any easier in comparison. You put your clothes in, pour in the detergent, press a couple buttons and let the machine do its thing.
And so, even with all the hard work taken out of something which is rather time consuming and laborious, i can still manage to screw things up. My lovely pair of newish white socks now has a slight pink hue to them. No i do not like wearing pink socks, they just seem to come out of the washing that way, when i mix them with my red Manly beach t-shirt. Damn that red t-shirt! It always seems to be able to slip through my careful clothes sorting, as this is not the only pair of pink socks i have in my basket.
