I never realized the ubiquity of laundromats in NYC....never lived there myself...have a son who lives there and I believe pays a laundry service, but the small spaces people live in there makes a laundromat a critical part of life. So spoiled am I....
I loved my East Village coin operated laundromat..... next door to the Russian and Turkish baths. I also loved the baths....before they modernized you could sweat in the Sauna which looked like a basement and pour cold water over yourself from old dented cans and take a nap in the nap room with beds covered in colorful quilts and then round it off with ice cold vodka from little shot glasses in the snack room. Then go back to the laundromat and pick up your clothes from the drier or a basket that the owner had kindly put them in. Now that's how to live...and I did..... for a while.
When we first moved downtown I wondered if Id ever feel comfortable among these strangers. I missed my uptown neighbors. I ended up at first spending time in the laundry room. It turned out to be a great place for meeting neighbos and making friends.
I never realized the ubiquity of laundromats in NYC....never lived there myself...have a son who lives there and I believe pays a laundry service, but the small spaces people live in there makes a laundromat a critical part of life. So spoiled am I....
I loved my East Village coin operated laundromat..... next door to the Russian and Turkish baths. I also loved the baths....before they modernized you could sweat in the Sauna which looked like a basement and pour cold water over yourself from old dented cans and take a nap in the nap room with beds covered in colorful quilts and then round it off with ice cold vodka from little shot glasses in the snack room. Then go back to the laundromat and pick up your clothes from the drier or a basket that the owner had kindly put them in. Now that's how to live...and I did..... for a while.
When we first moved downtown I wondered if Id ever feel comfortable among these strangers. I missed my uptown neighbors. I ended up at first spending time in the laundry room. It turned out to be a great place for meeting neighbos and making friends.
New Year, New Linens.
Love the laundromat stories - and thanks for Black Bird. Always makes me cry.