The Art of Folding Laundry

I picked up some laundry we had left at my in-law's home today and was happily surprised to find it folded.

I should amend that so say, perfectly folded--

you know, perfect creases, towels lined up like soldiers, or like ducks all in a row...

--the kind of folding I have NEVER had a knack for.

My Madre?

Excellent clothes folder.

My Grandmother?

She was the kind who could make fitted sheets stand at attention and humbly submit themselves into a perfectly folded square.

Even my husband!

Seriously, I used to make fun of him while we dated because he is so careful and neat!

(he folds his clothes like the Gap folds their shirts--he could open up a business called,

"Perfect Shirt Folders R US"

or something like that)

I am hopeless at folding laundry.

Absolutely hopeless.

Fortunately I can color-coordinate a closet like nobody's business

--it's the little things that bring me JOY.