Many of the clothes that I buy are labeled “hand wash only”, “dry flat” or even worse yet “dry clean only”. I usually choose to interpret these labels as suggestions rather than meaningful commands, although I always pay great respect to that “do not iron” symbol. As you may have guessed, I’m not a huge fan of doing laundry to begin with and with the amount of laundry that we seem to produce, I rarely have time to “hand wash”, space to “dry flat”, or enough money to “dry clean only”.
Sometimes my rebellious nature gets me in trouble, like when I gave up air drying one of my favorite shirts hoping that I could have it dry in time to wear out that night. It shortly emerged from the dryer less than half its original size and not wearable that night or ever again, well, not by an adult anyway.
There is also that dry clean only skirt that completely changed colors after its first washing. At least I dried that one flat and I suppose that I don’t mind the new color all that much, after all, at least it can be machine washed from now on and (un?) fortunately, I do not have to worry about it getting tossed in the dryer anytime soon.
This morning we met with our relocation consultant here in Chennai who promised us an apartment by August 1. This is the same apartment that was promised to us for July 17. The one that we should be living in instead of this hotel room.
August 1 is in five days and I highly doubt that it will be ready by then as things tend to happen at a much slower pace here. When she then mentioned that they would try to have the washing machine installed by August 1, the last shreds of my hopes and dreams were squashed. The reality of this situation is that if the washing machine isn’t there already, I have my doubts that the inside of that apartment will ever see a washer, at least not other than the one named Brittany.
I haven’t used a washing machine in two weeks. Instead, I have been washing my clothes in a sink using body wash. Clearly not the end of the world. In fact, I do this all the time on vacation because my refusal to check luggage means that I need to pack super light.
The real issue is the air dry portion of the hand wash, unfortunately that isn’t going away. After my first load of laundry, I quickly learned that hanging clothes in the bathroom to dry yields unbearably mildewy results. [Insert re-hand wash here.]
Next, I considered hanging my clothes on one of our two hotel room balconies. No dice. The balconies are just for show, you can’t actually get onto them. [Yes, sad that it took me several days to figure that out.]
Finally, I gave in to the idea of hanging my laundry all over the living area of this 680 sq. ft. room. It is big for a hotel room, but after being crammed in here for a week the extra clutter of laundry draped everywhere makes me feel a little bit claustrophobic. Again a superficial complaint. The real, legitimate, problems with this situation are:
- The totally awkward feeling that I have when my rainbow of underwear is hanging up all over the place when the housekeeping guys come in to clean my room. I already make them uncomfortable by hanging out in running shorts all day, the underwear can’t be improving that situation.
- The mildew stench that my clothing gets if it does not dry fast enough. Running gear seems to be ok (hence me wearing it 24/7, well, in the room anyway) and certain paper thin t-shirts seem to dry quick enough. Everything else…blech.
Does anyone have experience with air drying clothes in an extremely humid environment? Southerners? Anybody? Suggestions? I see a drying rack in my future, but I’m not sure how much that will help with the mildew problem. I can’t imagine smelling like mildew for months on end. Furthermore, I can’t imagine continuing the ridiculous amount of hand re-washing that has been going on.
Feeling thankful for my washer and dryer at home in spite of my normal reluctance to use them.