A little while back, my sister and her husband were over for dinner and lightheartedly got into a dispute about dirty clothing. My sister was fussing that clothes belong in one of three places–the drawer, the closet or the hamper for washing. But my brother in law disagreed. He felt that the arm of the chair, the side of the footboard or gently placed on the floor by the bed were acceptable places as well and should be added to her list.
My sister looked to me for support–because in most cases (an estimated 9.99997 times out of ten) I agree with her–hands down. But to her bewilderment and my husband’s excitement, I agreed with my brother in law. (Who has been and still remains one of my 6 arch nemeses)
Here’s the logic behind it. Some clothes just aren’t dirty enough to be put in the hamper, but not clean enough to be put back where they belong. Short and simple. So where do they go? To one of the aforementioned areas.
I don’t know of which opinion you find yourself on the matter, but let me give a detailed scenario to explain myself.
Say you wake up one fine sunny day and want to sit out on your patio. You wash, pick out a shirt and pants from your drawer or closet and go have breakfast outside. You read the paper, check email, play games on your phone or enjoy the family. After this, you perhaps help your little one build a fort or order a few household items online. You then decide you want to catch up on a few shows that you DVR’d. So you sit on the couch to create more space on your cable box and enjoy three episodes of Criminal Minds (12 minutes missed because you dozed off) and maybe a light lunch until you’re reminded that you have to get up and get ready for your dinner plans that evening.
And here’s the clincher–what do you do with the clothes you just had on? You perhaps recall perspiring ever so lightly due to the beautiful heat from the sun earlier. But no sweat glands could call themselves completely expressed from it. And you’ve done nothing but sat and watched TV for two hours with an occasional long stare out the window.
Whereas the clothes are no longer the best choice for say–a lunch date with colleagues–they are still perfect for another day of loafing around. Or perhaps a quick run to the store. You could use them to cut the grass or wash the car tomorrow. (Which would for sure merit hamper status) But you also have to keep in mind that you had two small meals in it. No stains, but could the shirt imperceptibly smell like that garlic vinaigrette that was on your little salad? Maybe? Maybe not. But you feel as though you cannot put these items back in the closet with freshly washed items. So? Where…Do…They…Go…?
Exactly!! The floor, the footboard or the arm of the chair.
We discussed this for about 45 minutes over assorted grilled cuisine because there was nothing we could say to get my sister to understand our sentiments nor to agree with our arguments.
I don’t know if I’ve persuaded you or not, but it was 3 to 1 that night; so it could be safe to assume that more of you have clothes lain around your rooms (as do I) than not.:-)