Sarah made a comment when bringing up a load of laundry the other day, something about not leaving stuff sitting in the washing machine. I remember replying “right, ‘cuz it will smell like mildew.”
I now realize she wasn’t making an offhanded comment, but was referring to the specific load of laundry she was carrying.
The clothes I am now wearing.
My cube has taken on a musty, basementy smell, centered around my musty self.
Bleh.
Hmm. Didn’t your mother ever tell you about that? 🙂
love J.
See, I made the comment cause I smelled it. But I’ve been told that I smell mildew when no one else can. I’m really sensitive to it. So I assumed it wasn’t apparent to anyone else 🙂
How’s that other laundry going? Has it started attacking you yet? 😛
ps: i kid because i care 🙂
I empathize with the cubicle smell. I once brought my neatly folded but, unbeknownst to me, unlaundered-since-last-use gi to an Aikido seminar. The locker room covered its scent initially, but once I got onto the mat and started training and sweating, my body started smelling like cat pee. Between each move we would sit back on the mat and my odor would waft up into my head cavities and make me woozy.
The moral of the story is that clothes that sit around wet from water stink, but clothes that sit around wet from sweat may kill you.