Two’s a couple. Three means I need four.
Now What?
After hanging the laundry on a rack and folding it into crispy rectangles all summer long, I will soon make the seasonal switch. Air-drying is fine when it only takes half a day – good German that I’ve become, I now actually prefer the crispy rectangles to fluffy bundles – but when it takes a week for the towels to dry, I stop caring about the environment and start using the dryer. Which brings me to lint. It crept up on me until it could no longer be ignored. I would empty the catch and think: this is too special to throw away. But then I would throw it away. Until I just couldn’t. I started putting it in a jar, which is almost full.