The Pile – redux

Remember the Pile?

Although the order of the upper strata gradually changed with wear, the Pile didn’t really diminish any in the last seven months. In fact, I think it even managed to inch higher through the addition of new clothes I bought because I couldn’t find (or even remember owning) the ones buried deep in its bowels.

The other day I found myself feeling rather helpless in the face of so many problems I didn’t have the power to influence. To counteract this, I picked on something over which I had complete dominion: the Pile, which had just been sent tumbling to the floor by a flying kitten.

I know what you’re thinking, that me ironing all of those clothes is inconceivable. And you’d be right. I thought about it … then decided to just fold them up and put them away unironed. I mean, in the wardrobe unironed is better than gathering dust in a basket unironed, isn’t it?