Man, Mondays are not my favorite.  Why?  LAUNDRY DAY.  Which, I know, I could move to another day.  But my mom always did laundry on Mondays.  Why do I remember?  Because I always had to wear the pink corduroy pants that I HATED on Mondays.  I had two pairs:  when one was being washed, the other were being worn.  And I had piano lessons on Monday, lessons I generally hadn’t prepared for.  So I was doing something I didn’t want to do in clothes I didn’t want to wear.

I’m sure this was only one year.  I can’t imagine that Mom bought me Bright Hideously Pink Corduroy Pants every year that I lived in her house.  But it was That Scarring.

When I was single, I did the ol’ “wear every item in the closet, perhaps a couple of times, before doing laundry”.  I scared a college roommate more than once by emerging from underneath a ginormous pile of laundry on my bed:  my slumbering self blended right in with the mammoth pile of fabric.

When I got married and even had my first born, I still did laundry only in dire circumstances.  I remember the highlight of my mom coming to visit is that I could actually fold laundry after I washed it:  novel idea!  And since I had a child who liked to decorate any surface with the meal he had just partaken of, laundry day meant washing EVERYTHING we owned.  Plus, we lived in a townhouse with on-area laundry machines that required quarters.  In this day and age of debit cards, who has change?!!  Quarters were a coveted commodity:  I’d go to real laundromats or car washes to get them with a harried look in my eye and dried-on-food somewhere on a garment I was wearing.

Now I do laundry on Mondays.  For a while I did a load whenever there was enough clothes to fill the washer, but then my mom commented on how interesting it was that all our white clothes were turning gray, and I thought, “Huh.  They’re not supposed to look that way?”

I actually read a book (yes, I am that much of a geek) teaching me how to do laundry.  It was FASCINATING.  The tags:  you know, those things that itch at your back and curl with repeated washings and are generally annoying?  They have information on them.  Information that actually *means* something.  And makes the clothes last longer and look better.  I had NO idea!  It was revolutionary, like when I watched my first episode of Alton Brown when he explained how when putting honey in a cake instead of sugar that you would reduce the liquid to account for the honey, and it just made sense:  you mean, there’s a reason behind it?  Same with laundry.

The laundry book said to do wash once a week so that enough clothes would pile up to do a full load of whatever washing conditions were required.  So I do.  I read tags, I sort, and I actually find it a bit more interesting.

Tonight, for the second time ever, I made my own laundry detergent.  I know the book wouldn’t agree (she said that laundry detergents were painstakingly researched for the best color-preservation/cleaning-action), but the sustainable side of me says “phooey”.  I figure the reading of the labels, the sorting, the doing laundry on Laundry Day, the not-walking-around-with-crusties-on-my-pants-having-not-washed-them-in-a-month should count for something, eh?

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