Posts Tagged ‘wash’

Cool Enough for You?

August 5, 2011

An actress with a significant coolness quotient now stars in television commercials for a laundry product. Presumably her presence in these ads was an attempt to make doing laundry appear to be more cool. The manufacturers needn’t have bothered.

Laundry is inherently cool.

What constitutes coolness?

Independence – Laundry is a graphic representation of independence, of the ability to take care of one’s own needs.

Control – Laundry places you firmly and unquestionably in control. Who else makes the decision of when, where and how the wash will be done?

Superiority – Doing laundry for others who can’t or won’t do it for themselves reinforces the fact that you’re in charge. Where would those people be without you? Wherever it is, they’d be there naked.

A relaxed and confident attitude – Laundry is relaxing, if you allow it to be. It’s certainly not a cause for stress. It is one task that should not make you feel fearful, hesitant or insecure. It won’t harm you or defeat you. And nothing boosts confidence like a pile of freshly laundered clothes.

On my washing machine there are temperature settings for Hot, Warm and Cold.

There is no setting for Cool.

Laundry doesn’t require one.

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Preemptive Laundry

July 12, 2011

I met up with Punch in the laundry room. He told me he hadn’t done the wash in a long time and it was piling up. That’s unusual for Punch, who’s diligent about the wash, but sometimes life intercedes and laundry doesn’t have the priority it should. This I know from personal experience.

It’s been a busy time here and things have fallen by the wayside, including this blog. That’s not to say I haven’t been keeping up with the whites and the colors and the delicates. I have; but I haven’t had time to reflect on what it all means. The globe keeps spinning, and so does the dryer. That is what I know.

Punch and I were doing preemptive laundry, clearing out the stragglers from the bottom of the hamper. We weren’t catching up; we were moving ahead, anticipating the future and preparing for it.

There will be more dirty clothes. Punch and I are ready for them.

Keep Your Shirts On

May 12, 2011

My schedule has been unusual recently, leaving me less time for doing the things I normally do, laundry included.

Happily I’ve managed to keep clean sheets on the bed, towels in the bathroom and…erm…drawers in the drawers. The rest has been neglected, which is why today’s laundry featured 15 light-colored shirts and four nightshirts. It’s as much as the drying rack will bear.

Tomorrow’s wash load will contain some dear old friends I haven’t seen in a while. When the laundry piles up, wash day is like a reunion.

First Things First

April 14, 2011

I usually try to make laundry the first task of the day. That way, even if I can’t manage to motivate myself to tackle anything else on my to-do list, at least I’ve washed the clothes.

Then, the other day, I wound up in the laundry room in the afternoon and it made me think…

I’ve never been a morning person. The afternoon always was my time—the best time—especially when I was a kid. Back then, morning meant waking up early for school (and nothing good could ever come of that). Afternoon was a time of release—full of promise and freedom. In the afternoon my time was my own, and I could choose whether I went outdoors to play or plopped myself in front of the TV.

When did doing tasks in the morning trick me into feeling virtuous? When did the arrival of afternoon bring reproach, reminding me of all the tasks I have yet to complete before the day ends? When did I begin to see things from the opposite side?

Sometimes I need to remind myself that I can choose what I do in the morning and in the afternoon. This afternoon, I choose to do laundry.

Faded Glory

February 8, 2011

I own three towels—two bath towels and one hand towel—all soft turquoise blue, all bought at the same time.

They travel together from the linen closet to the hooks on the back of the bathroom door to the washer and dryer and back again. They’re all washed hot, lately with Seventh Generation laundry detergent because I like the Blue Eucalyptus and Lavender scent.

Yet recently I’ve noticed that the three towels no longer match. One has faded to a greenish version of its original self, one is dusted with aqua blue, and the third is going gray.

I still treat them as contemporaries and I always will, but clearly they are aging at different rates.

Then again, don’t we all?

A Clean Start

January 3, 2011

After time out for restoration and repairs—in the real world if not in the blog world—I’m back and looking for a clean start. What better way to do that than with laundry?

So, I did the wash—two loads—on New Year’s Eve. Sheets, towels, clothes.

It was all cleaned, dried and put away in time to eat a late supper, drink champagne and watch the ball drop. I even put up a pot of red beans that simmered on the stove all day on January 1. It’s supposed to be lucky to eat beans on New Year’s Day. Later I found out that black-eyed peas are the legumes of choice, but that was long after the red beans had started to simmer and I figured I’d take my chances, maybe even start a new trend for the new year.

Which makes me wonder…

Shouldn’t washing the clothes be a good thing to do to celebrate the new year?

Apparently traditional superstition says not, but I didn’t know that when I loaded up the washers on December 31. So if 2011 proves to be a year of spinning, tumbling and agitation, I guess I’ll know why.

But I prefer to believe that doing the wash is a symbolic way to (w)ring out the old and ring in the new. It’s a chance for a clean start; and isn’t that what New Year’s celebrations are all about?

Hot, Damp and Uncrowded

July 1, 2010

We wash more when it’s hot. Our clothes and ourselves both tend to get sweatier and grimier when the thermometer rises. So even though the clothes are smaller—shorts instead of pants; T-shirts instead of turtlenecks—there are more of them. The hamper remains full.

We shower more frequently. And because damp towels never seem to dry properly in our windowless bathroom, they are washed more often as well.

We’re still contending with the aftermath of our water main break, and the attendant demolition, repairs and mold abatement. The laundry room provides a respite that I am appreciating more frequently and more deeply with every wash.

The Cycle Not Taken

May 6, 2010

I don’t use the permanent press cycle on the washer. It runs warm, but not normal and not delicate. Beyond that, I’m not sure what it does or how long it does it. I could find out; do some research (one of my favorite occupations). Something prevents me from pursuing this.

I prefer it to remain a mystery: the button unpressed.

There’s always one, isn’t there? On a dashboard full of buttons, switches and levers, there’s one you’re supposed to avoid. (Maybe I’ve seen too many movies.) Usually it’s under glass, maybe under lock and key, certainly an ominous—yet strangely irresistible—shade of red. The permanent press button is none of those things. It looks just like the others on the washing machine touch pad.

It’s tempting, I’ll admit. Yet I resist.

What could it do? How could it be different from the others? Someday I might find out, but for now I’m content with hot, warm and cold, and one option yet to be explored.

Washin’ in the Rain

April 26, 2010

Rainy days are tricky for laundry. If you hang yours out in the yard to dry, the dilemma is clear. Yet even if you use an electric dryer you might still have a sense that the laundry isn’t entirely dry, particularly if it’s been raining for a few days and everything seems to be a bit damp indoors and out.

Nevertheless I did my laundry on this rainy day—the second of what looks to be a string of them. Now I feel all cozy inside.

There’s a big pile of freshly dried laundry waiting for me, and T-shirts and pants hanging on the drying rack for later. If I’m feeling ambitious I might take out the ironing board or sew on a stray button, but it’s more likely that I’ll put a good movie on the TV, fold the towels, pair up the socks and smooth out the sheets.

When things look gloomy outside, laundry helps you focus inward.

Always More

April 21, 2010

Yesterday I saw the bottom of my laundry hamper.

You do your own laundry. (You do, don’t you?) You understand why this is noteworthy.

It happens from time to time. You plumb the depths of the hamper; reach the summit of Mount Horrid (the name one Twitter follower bestowed upon her laundry pile). The lights and darks, regulars and delicates reach an equilibrium at which all loads are full loads and all laundry is done.

Or is it?

There’s always something more to wash, isn’t there? There’s always more to be done.

Today I grabbed the three afghans that usually nest on the living room furniture and tossed them in for a warm water wash.

Laundry is a journey. Mine continues.