This week our dryer broke whilst I was in the process of doing the laundry. I called our landlord and he came to check it out and fiddle with the breaker box but to no avail. Something was amiss and couldn't be fixed for at least another 24 hours until the repairman could come. It was surprising how quickly our little house transformed itself into what looked like an old time Brooklyn rooftop with a few strands of twine stretched through our living room and everything from boxers to button-downs clipped up and happily flapping as I bustled about. As I hung up all our clothes (which is much more time consuming than just throwing them into a big metal drum) I daydreamed about what sort of laundry machines I want one day rather than the 1980's dinosaurs in our basement. My conclusions after the jump!
