At first, it comes in such smallish piles, mostly white items…these little girl undies and t-shirts meant to cover …. 

Then, it grows a little larger with colors more like rainbows and opportunity and self-examination all red and black and navy and yellow… 

And still, with professional work it grew a little more sophicated with hues of colors never seen prior and names attached…such as salmon and daffodil and Chanel and Victoria’s Secret…. 

Then, with marriage there was a lot of white and soft pink and sexy black and red, but mostly pink and light shades of my character because I was a girlie girl in that way…my quiet introspective self.

 As children came so did the soft cotton pregnancy panties and mama panties and cover your stretch-marks as best you can panties with an occasional hot pink attempt to be sexy for my husband size 8…no, truthfully, size 10.

During a season of single life when my dresser drawers were just as single my life returned the cotton whites and soft pinks and pale blues, the colors of comfort and peace… 

And, as current day and age and marriage to my sweetheart would allow, if you peeked into my dresser drawer you would find me….all shades of the rainbow representing all stages of my life and a confidence which comes with age and the slipping on of those items which hold and cover and protect.  You would see all sizes and shapes and curiously enough….

You would come to see a little piece of me….

With just a glance

Into 

My “personal”….. 

Laundry…