The Story Behind the Poem

The first three years of our marriage, we washed our clothes at a laundromat. Sometimes I’d bring a book to read, find the Sunday comics there, or paint my nails. Sometimes I’d go before work (5:30am!). Sometimes we went together. It was mostly…a good experience to be able to speak of in the past;) 

The Laundromat

by Sarah Steele
January 2008

We come here to wash our clothes
But to survive, we plug our nose
From the smell of cigarettes
Of all places–a laundromat!

Do you have laundromat experience?


meal planning


aaaaall the out-of-order signs


enjoying the Sunday funnies