I would have quickly answered “yes” but stopped to think about whether this is really true for me…in a historical sense.
The answer is still yes. Certainly when it comes to people. If I hurt someone or did something that inadvertently causes trouble, I own up and work to make it better.
However, I can’t tell you how many items of clothing I have ruined over the years by washing hastily with the wrong things, wrong temperature, drying in the machine (yes, I’ve had mini-doll-sweaters) and the like.
I donated the sweaters to someone’s doll, but tossed the colored, stained, and otherwise unwearable items.
But today, it occurred to me that there is another way.
My personal trainer, Cyrus, gave me a great black shirt from his new gym. It’s Under Armour -like fabric with his logo. It fits great and feels even better.
Well, the new (and pricey) bra that I was wearing under it turned black in parts. Not a nice solid color. Just that gross stained blechy, blotchy way.
So I cooked it on the stovetop with RIT Color Remover.
And it’s good as new.
So this got me to thinking.
Why don’t I know the ins and outs of doing laundry? I mean I do laundry about a thousand times a week, but I believe the ads that say the color won’t run if you wash in cold and I (yes, I admit it) throw everything in together. There, I said it.
*caveat: As you know, I feel differently about washing my sheets. I don’t know how that happened. Call me crazy. I imagine you already do.
I sometimes wish that I took pride in my laundry and that I had perfectly folded, always clean clothes for my family. But, alas, it is all too frequent that I tell the boys to find clothes in the laundry basket that is sitting by the dryer. Sure, they’re clean. But they’re sure not folded.
Watching TV and old movies makes me think that women used to lovingly and passionately do their laundry.
Could this be? Could that really have been the source for anyone’s joy?