One of my dear friends posted a note on Facebook, hoping that the "laundry fairy" could magically appear and take care of her family's big pile of dirty duds. I wrote her a short note, reminding her that at least she had an automated machine to do it, if the laundry fairy failed her.
My clothes have been washed by an in-home washer for about
99% of my life. That percentage is now
falling. Our apartment not only doesn’t
have a washer, it doesn’t even have a place to put one. There are no plumbing connections. Go figure.
Apparently that is not at all uncommon here. When I asked about it to my department head,
he shrugged and asked me if I hadn’t hand-washed clothes before. Sheepishly, I had to admit my virgin status.
Well, I decided to rise to the challenge. Before showering I got a dirty shirt and some
dirty underwear. Wetting them in the
sink, I scrubbed the parts I knew to be most dirty. When I was showering I showered with my laundry. I washed
myself, and then my clothes. I then
rinsed out my clothes and tossed them in the sink whilst rinsing my body. I put some on the drying rack, and hung one
pair of underwear on the fan that cools me.
The shirt I put on a hangar and hung on the curtain rod behind the fan
that cools me.
This worked so well, that I reckon I could get by with just
one pair of underwear, or two and most, and one shirt! Pants would be a bit tougher.
Brenda does her laundry in a more genteel way... in the kitchen sink.
Voila! The next
morning I had clean undies, and a clean, wrinkle-free shirt!
Brenda does her laundry in a more genteel way... in the kitchen sink.
Fortunately you can get your laundry done in the shoe store
at the mall, close by. Seriously.
Um.Brenda doesn't look too happy there, Phillie. I suggest a trip to the shoe store, and quick!
ReplyDeleteIsn't life wonderful.... you get to learn new things all the time! :)
ReplyDelete