There is something almost gratifying about washing my clothes by hand. Here are the clothes that have walked with me through the dirt and dust, they too have been touched by greasy, dirty hands, and they have inevitably had my every meal wiped/spilled/splashed upon them…to clean these clothes requires a great deal of strength and a large amount of soap and water. Looking at the bucket of dirty water left behind by my freshly scrubbed clothes cleanses more than my wardrobe.
I can’t help but think, “I did this.” I have cleaned so that I may start again.
Very gratifying indeed.
It’s too bad that drying them on the line always leaves them sort of crunchy…clean…but crunchy.