Washing the Whites

Washing the white uniform shirts has become part of my weekly routine.  We don't have a washing machine, and one small load of laundry costs $12.  Y'all know I am cheap, and I am not paying $12 to wash 6 white shirts every week.  I could toss the white shirts in with our regular laundry, but y'all know I am a little OCD too, and I don't want my kids going to school with white shirts dyed a rainbow of colors from their navy blue pants and colored hoodies in the wash.




So - every Friday afternoon or Saturday morning, I get busy in the kitchen sink and wash em up.  I don't know what it is, but I love watching the drippy cottons swaying in the breeze.  And I am always impressed that I can actually CLEAN the shirts.  








They start with candy stains, dirt streaks, boogers, and BO.  Having had a washing machine my whole life, I never thought I could wash clothes satisfactorily by hand.  Whenever I have had to hand-wash clothes in the past, I always assumed they were never as clean as a machine, but looking at the shirts hanging on the line, they are beautiful, crisp, and white.





 I love it.

Joy in the small details...