Its 1998. I'm 8 years old in Attica, New York, with my mom. My great-grandpa has recently passed away and great-grandma has moved in with us. We are at their home - the childhood home of my grandfather. We are death cleaning.
Whenever I teach this to a client they tell me they will not put this much effort into folding their clothing- but I insist that they try if for just a week. Without fail, they ALWAYS end up folding at least one section of their wardrobe this way!