I love white linens, I love the smell of clean, bleached linens. Clean sheets hanging on a clothesline takes me back to my childhood. I remember helping my grandmother and my mother hang clothes on a line in the bright summer sun. I can remember how the cool, wet cloth felt on my face and the way they smelled faintly of bleach. With all that nostalgia floating through the breeze, you might be mistakenly led to believe that I enjoy laundry. This is, unfortunately, not true. Laundry falls into the cleaning house category, and I think we have clearly established the fact that I do not have an affinity for that.