Launderama

I found myself doing chores for the most part of yesterday and if you know me at all, you'd know that the only chore I actually LOVE doing (no kidding) is laundry. I love it lah. LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE. IT.

Thank you for your concern

but no, I've not gone cuckoo.

No other chore even comes close to making me feel the way I do when I'm going at it with the soap suds and softeners, okay. No. Other. Chore. Mops, brooms and vaccum cleaners don't make me tingle on the inside. Neither do wet cloths, bathroom sponges and glass cleaners. Nuh-uh. The only one that does it for me is laundry.

*heart skips a beat*

And laundry ALWAYS includes ironing.

And, boy and girls, it's time I revealed a secret about myself. (It's really no biggie sharing secrets on Tinki Talks nowadays since I have like, only 20 readers left, no thanks to my very-pathetic publishing schedule. -_-)

I rock so hard at ironing you'd have thought

I was born with steam irons on both hands.

In short, that just means that:

I SOOOOO rock at ironing.

(Even if I do say so myself, thankyouverymuch.)

But hey, don't just take my word for it. Check out my handywork yourself! After all, they say that pictures speak a thousand words, right? =p

TADA!!!

Washed, dried and pressed in a single afternoon,

then arranged by colour and neatly spaced out.

TADA TADA!!!

Do I rock or do I rock lah, I ask you?

Maybe I should start running my own laundrette. I could even do it on the sly. Haha. PAMSONG - Copywriter by day, QUEEN WITH THE IRON BY NIGHT! (Hey, I like the ring to that.) Heck, for all you know, I could make history and become a millionaire who irons for her millions! Think can make money ah? Hmmm.

p/s: I managed to sneak in some photo-snapping time while waiting for the clothes to finish their cycle. Think I'm pretty happy with some of the shots I captured. Will post 'em up for your viewing pleasure when I'm back in town. *smacks self on forehead once more for forgetting card reader*