That’s my little OCD quirk. Don’t we all have something we do that defies rational explanation? I don’t mean I just fold stuff that needs folding, I fold everything that can be folded, even against its will. I fold my underclothing, I fold paper, and I fold fitted sheets within an inch of their lives. I fold belts, not in half but I roll them into a tiny little bundle, I fold my tee shirts like they do in department stores, I fold my socks.
My pal Bob asked me once if I like to fold kittens (Where did THAT come from, Bob?), I told him, “Yes, but it’s hard to get a good crease.”
This isn’t a new obsession but it has reached epic status since I quit ironing everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. I’ve always blamed my mother for this, it’s a curse she put on me as a child. She never let me leave the house without being thoroughly pressed and creased. I was a slave to the curse up until the last few years, now I rarely bother. I used to iron the crap out of my jeans complete with a razor-sharp crease down the front. I quit doing that when someone told me it reminded them of Texans, big belt buckle, cowboy boots and creased ironed jeans. Yuk. Creased jeans are dead to me now, spitting sounds.
I’ve recently discovered an old British TV series, Jeeves and Wooster. Jeeves is a Gentleman’s Gentleman and while delivering his lines he is constantly folding and aligning everything perfectly. OMG, I think I’m in love! I need Jeeves to come to my house and fold with me.
Bob Wayne Said:
on June 4, 2010 at 9:05 pm
Ya know, I had a boss once who was an engineer’s engineer. Every day before we left work, we had to “square off” our drafting table. In other words, we had to take everything on the table and make sure that the edges of any papers, books, calculators or anything else, lined up with the edges of the table.
We used to catch this guy out weeding the grass in front of his multi-million dollar building. In his suit. What the hell, he owned the place.
dawnpatika Said:
on June 6, 2010 at 2:55 pm
I feel fortunate, at least, that I don’t insist the combined wattage of the electric bulbs in my house must equal 570, or some other crazy OCD thing like only making right turns when I go for a walk. My maternal grandfather was OCD too. Mom said he had to “square off” everything on the dinning room table before he could eat.
Bob Wayne Said:
on June 4, 2010 at 9:05 pm
By the way, it really sucked if you had a round ashtray.
Dani Said:
on June 8, 2010 at 3:37 pm
Don’t get me going on OCD issues. Having them is hard but so is living with someone who has them. Ugh!
dawnpatika Said:
on June 8, 2010 at 3:40 pm
Hahahaha, yes Dani, you have first-hand experience with THAT!
Cindy Said:
on June 10, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Folding good. That and wiping everything in sight…. That’s my pal.
dawnpatika Said:
on June 10, 2010 at 4:32 pm
Yes, I must wipe and I must fold, that’s the way of it.
Cindy Said:
on June 10, 2010 at 6:18 pm
I’m OK with how (and who) you are. You are the best pal a gal could ask for. Idiosynchrasies (spelling?) and all.