1) Moomincabin laundry, towels and stuff, mostly. 2) Landfill bedsheets. 3) Random clothing and whatever from wherever. 4) Towels from the Landfill.

A friend asked me a couple days ago if I ever got Cabin Fever hanging out at the moomincabin for months. Well. No. It is my HOME! Really. Every year at the end of June when school got out, me and my brother would harass our mother to move us out to the cabin. Guess what? Our native Detroiter mom was ready to go too. She issued us both a bushel basket to pack our stuff in and off we went.

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