“Much that once was, is lost, for none now live who remember it.”
At least that’s how it feels.
Hello white wash, my old friend!
When did I last fill up a machine of white wash? According to the laundry basket; around Christmas…
It’s always full of surprises. Nice surprises, but hardly missed garments.
I think my wardrobe contains 80% dark matter.
Oh well. Four months ’till next time, then.