Apartment Therapy -
12 Aug 2018 17:30
When I first moved to Chicago, the cold, winter shock of a shared basement laundry room was there to greet me. I had to go outside and up and down those narrow, icy wooden steps for every laundry trip. I said, nope, no thank you, then I quickly dragged our butts to IKEA to buy a drying rack. Besides saving quarters, and helping sweaters keep their shape, it also meant I was being green.
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