She, more than most, would know what challenges we’ve encountered with the liveaboard lifestyle. But hurrah! The days of hauling a load to Mom’s, or friends’ houses are over at last. It’s always charming if you ask “May I bring a load of laundry?” when invited for dinner, is it not? And shockingly enough, we still managed to get invited back! I love my friends! Yes, K, that means you!
As an alternative, there was the dreaded laundromat. Never quite a clean place, always more quarters than you would think, impossible to multi-task. One word. EWWwwwwww.
Then there was the third option, not a bad one. Just expensive. Tana’s Underwear Origami (yes, dear, you get all the credit for introducing me to that concept), aka the Wash-Dry-Fold service at the local suds. While you do get fresh and happy clothes back (after taking them a big ol’ bag of grubby stuff), I had a hard time justifying the cost in my mind.
So far I’ve noticed the following about my new toy:
- It’s really, really quiet. Like, our-bed-is-on-top-of-it-and-we-barely-hear-it-at-night quiet.
- Loads, while not HUGE, are more than adequate. This could just be extreme gratitude at not having to go anywhere. I’d rather do 12 loads here than 3 at the laundromat.
- I LOVE hanging the clothes up where they belong right out of the dryer. At my old house, I actually put shelving in the utility room. The kids and I kept our clothes in there and grabbed them in the morning on our way to the bath. One obstacle I always get hung up on is getting the clothes into a basket, then OUT of the basket into the drawers. Seems inefficient to me, too much handling. When I tried to force myself to “conform to the system” (a hopeless task at best), we’d end up getting dressed out of hampers of clean clothes. Maybe it’s just me. Heck, I can admit to a character flaw or two. Now I turn around and hang them up immediately where they belong. It’s like the universe handed me the system I was always aiming for…
- If I had to admit to my other laundry flaw, it’s that I don’t always get the clothes from the washer to the dryer in a timely fashion. Like, it’s occasionally been a couple of days…at which point they don’t smell so fresh anymore and you have to re-wash them. How completely inefficient is that!!?? Ta-da, enter my little all-in-one. Problem solved.
Between this and the Roomba, I’m feeling more and more spoiled every day. It feels like a huge splurge, but then again, most grown-ups don’t go 2 years without a washer/dryer. I think I’ve done my time.