Laundry & f. Bombs

Are you censoring you speech and emotions? Holding back and swallowing your truth.  Hiding behind a Polite Mask?
I had to do laundry the other day. 

Its almost feels  like I am on another planet.  The laundry planet.  I watch other people folding their laundry and revealing a secret part of their lives. Tight lipped or jolly – I feel transported to a tiny moment in their personal living rooms.  Maybe washing out all the essence of who they are.  The beast within.

Whenever I fold my underwear, I think that I really need more sexy underclothes.  To let my wild woman have her own little secret, out loud in the laundry.  Suddenly I get this thought about how much we launder our emotions.   How easy it is to throw all our “wild and unacceptable thoughts and opinions” into the washing machine.   Wash out all the color and personality and disguise who we are.

Are you laundering your emotions?  Hiding out behind  a clean clothed look that has little to do with the real you? Generic wear, wrinkle free and boring, a great coverup? 

Pressing down on what you would love to say, but fear to utter?  How many times have I swallowed my words, used the omission pass to get to the next step?   Pressing down emotion behind clean folded laundry can be so painful, and definitely doesn’t leave room for outrageous fun.  Its hard to be vibrant and happy if your thoughts need bleach and lots of ironing.  Or if a few wrinkles have you twisted in a knot, concerned about how it looks.

I do believe in manners but every polite woman needs to reserve the right to drop an f-bomb or have an explosion of passion once in a while. To add a dash of unexpected color, and to let the wrinkles show.

Would you dance in a laundromat?  Cleaning may be a fact of life, but surely passion and voicing truth is required?   What do you think?  Are you willing to risk it all for the freedom to wash & wear sexy underwear without batting an eyelid?  To mix your whites with a little bit of the unexpected?

Joie de Vivre


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Laundry & f. Bombs — 6 Comments

  1. I’m far too f@@@ing polite at times and feel like screaming today. So fuck it – arghhhhhh! I am feeling like shit, apparently neptune is playing havoc in my sun sign so I am politely having a strop! Right now I am wondering what it’s all about, who the f@@k do I think I am and thinking of giving it all up. So there! Okay universe? Had enough of this? I’m off to bed for a nap. Do what you will.
    Louise Edington
    The Networking Naturopath

    • Dear Louise, sending love via the universe. A nap is on order and then a dance in your sexy underwear under the trees. I love it when Polite women roll out their f-bombs. So f*ing freeing!

  2. For a self-professed laundress (I love actually doing laundry), yes I would dance in a laundromat, voicing my truth has gotten me to where I am today, I wear sexy undies, and thrive on the unexpected. I so know what you are saying and have been a little church mouse at one point in my life. When I finally got up the courage to say what I was feeling and not care what anyone thought, I felt so much better. I love your words and pictures. And I hope our mutual friend Louise gets her groove back!

    • Dear Laurie, how fun that you enjoy laundering…. I can picture you dancing in a laundromat and I approve of you voicing your truth and wearing sexy underwear. Thanks for you kind words, and I am so glad you are not a church mouse anymore xo

  3. Sometimes I like to say Fauuuck, with an ‘ahhhhh’ sound and then I giggle. I think intention is everything. It’s not so much the words, but what the words express and sometimes an f-bomb does the trick.

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