Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Ah, laundry. The yardstick of my life.
As of this afternoon, all of the laundry in the house has been washed, dried, folded AND put away. Furthermore, not only did I separate out the whites, I bleached those bad boys within an inch of their thread count. Mount Washmore has been defeated! Fear the Reluctant Domestic!
But this raises a question: bleach. Necessary evil? Or just plain old evil? Whites get abused in this house. Tom swabs the ketchup spills and barbecue puddles on our counters with our white dishtowels. Cocoa dribbles, "washable" (HAHAHAHAHA) marker residue, berry stains and tomato sauce decorate most of Sarah's wardrobe. I have more than my fair share of sweat stains (thank you, Dad, for that particularly appealing genetic gift) and food, uh, mishaps.
So, bleach, right? I mean, for the whites. Except bleach sucks. (I think, but these articles are making me a little less worried about household use.) What do you guys do? Bleach? Lemon juice and sunshine? Wear only black clothing? The Reluctant Domestic needs to know.
One thing is for sure: after doing just a little reading, I'm going to make a bigger effort to use way fewer unbleached paper products. Dudes. My little cup of Clorox ain't nothing compared to what the pulp mills are churning out.
White clothes. Brown paper. I think I can live with that.