What the laundry chute holds, one never knows...

After reading Rachel's blog, I decided to write my own laundry chute story. Two and half years ago we moved one block east and 1/2 block west to this house - our second house with a beloved laundry chute. Within a month, the inevitable happened and one of the kids put three too many sheets and blankets down the chute at one time. Armed with a broom, a long stick and a mop, three of us stood guard at the chute doors - Lucy on the second floor, me on the main floor and Sophie in the basement. The mass finally came down with a plop onto Sophie's head. As we were transferring everything into the washer Sophie told me there was a bra hanging from a wire in the chute. Indeed, upon further inspection, there most definitely was a bra. It proved much harder to get out but after standing on a stool with 3/4 of her body in the chute, Sophie managed to get it out.

Surprise, surprise - it wasn't mine. Still, soon enough, it went in the wash with the other delicates and the next time I saw Sarah (the previous owner) at a writing project meeting, I handed it back over to her, along with a few pieces of mail.