Mrs. Dykowski... folds laundry
Mrs. Dykowski ...
If you ever feel alone, remember there’s one thing you can always count on to be there waiting for you. It’s laundry.
Full disclosure, I stole that joke from the internet, because the repetitive act of folding onesies has caused the decay of whatever part of your brain thinks up funny stuff to say.
Confession: I watched “Tidying Up with Marie Kondo.” There, I said it.
At the time, I told Scott, “This phenomenon is ridiculous. If you have too much stuff, get rid of what you don’t need. It’s not that hard.”
But that tiny little Japanese cleaning fairy has become a voice in my head.
I have the tidying up fever and I’m systematically working my way through my house.
I reduced the amount of clothes in my closet by half and the rest are hanging by color and category like a department store. It’s dumb, but it “sparks joy” for me.
I’ve file-folded everyone’s everything just about. One of Audrey’s dresser drawers sticks, so I organized her clothes into one drawer using a little box and this new folding method, so I don’t have to use the sticking drawer any more.
I’m officially completely nuts.
Why does it take reading subtitles under a tiny tidier calmly folding pants to inspire us to do something about that drawer that’s overflowing?
It’s not just me. I know because she’s sweeping the nation in her adorable cardigan and A-line skirts.
The show is not riveting T.V. Her clients are, for the most part, fairly obnoxious hoarders with some deeper issues than a messy house.
Her methods run the gamut from uncomfortable, to useful to obvious.
But for all the negative I can say about her show, in the end though, she wins and there are bags and bags of cast off clothes and several neat and tidy drawers in my house as evidence.
Sarah Dykowski is the wife of Publisher Scott Dykowski. She can be reached at composing@dublincitizen .com.