Patric Richardson and Karin B. Miller are not responsible for any damages arising from laundering while under the influence (though a little vodka can go a long way with laundry), using bluing on a white wedding dress, allowing a wool sweater to float openly during a warm-water wash cycle (or alternatively to dry in a dryer), laundering acts of God, etc. The reader assumes sole responsibility for laundry processes. Doing laundry isnt rocket science, but it is domestic science. The Laundry Evangelist action figure sold separately.
I have a vivid memory from when I was two years old: My great-uncle Quinn is holding me up in the air so that I can gaze down upon my moms washing machine, and I am mesmerized by the clothes swimming in circles in the sudsy water.
This is so fascinating to me, in fact, that watching clothes being washed becomes one of my favorite toddler activities. Whenever I visit someones house, I ask to inspect the laundry roomI want to see every washing machine. I realize that my neighbors, relatives, and friends have lots of different models: the wringer washer, the Gyratator, the rare locomotive.
While some parents might have found my fascination a bit embarrassing, my mom thought it was hilarious. And so, for my third birthday, she and my dad gave me a kid-size washing machineand because it was the 1970s, the color was harvest gold. It had a window on top, just like my moms (because, lets face it, my dad didnt do laundry), and it had a handle on the side that I could crank to make my clothes mimic the action of a real washing machine. I was over the moon.
My love of laundry only deepened as I grew older. I learned how to wash and dry my own clothes before I was ten. In my teens, I taught myself to iron like a picky pro, creating razor-sharp creases in my khakis. And at university, with a love of dry-clean-only clothes while on a college-student budget, I sought out my textile professors to find out if I could wash my wool sweaters and pants myself. (I suspected I couldafter all, people had been wearing wool clothing all over the world since long before the invention of dry cleaning.) Yet I never would have imagined that my initial curiosity would lead me to study, explore, and experiment with various methods of caring for clothes, let alone become a laundry expert and the pioneer of a Laundry Camp that would help thousands of interested participants.
Now, with decades of experience using conservation washing and drying techniques on everything from vintage designer gowns to my favorite lived-in Levis, Im sharing my professional advice with you in these pages, covering all of my best tips, tricks, and techniques for mastering the art of laundry. My mission is to help you make laundry faster, cheaper, kinder to the environment, and more fun.
Ill also share stories about many people I loveespecially the women who raised me, as they sparked my interest in textiles, taught me how to care for clothes, and showed me love and affection from the time I was small.
So sit back, take a (laundry) load off, and get ready: Im about to transform your sorting, washing, and drying routines. And, for my big finish, Ill teach you everything you need to know about removing stainschocolate! red wine! dog pee!
Remember that pile of dirty clothes on the floor? Its calling to you! Theres no time like the presentso lets get started.
With any great Russian novel, youll likely find a cheat sheet of characters, reminding you who everyone is, particularly the secondary folks who only pop up every now and then. For Laundry Love, I thought I should do the same, especially since so many of my stories star women. (Wait a secondwhos Ruby again?) So, taking my cue from Tolstoy, my list includes personal descriptions; each ones relationship to myself; and sartorial, or clothing, preferences (of course). Feel free to refer back to the list whenever needed.
Granny Dude: While my moms moms given name was Irene, I always called her Granny Dude. She was the matriarch of our family and well respected by everyone she knew. This book wouldnt have happened without her. My love for her is absolute. Think of her as the queen mother.
Mom: Her friends know her as Wilma, but shes always Mom to me. Mom loves beautiful clothes and beautiful living, she gave me an incredible childhood, and she influenced me in many ways with her sense of style. If you want to know what a true Southern lady looks like, just look her up. Shes like Jackie Kennedy with a Southern drawl.
Nancy: Nancy is married to my dad, but calling her my stepmother sounds cold and impersonal. From the time I met her when I was twelve, shes been warm and loving. If you visit, shell have your favorite food waiting. Think of her as Florence Henderson in the role of Mrs. Brady.
Granny Martha: Old-fashioned and Appalachian, my dads mom doted on me and truly would have let me get away with murder. In my minds eye, I always think of her in a day dress and an apron, cooking soup beans and corn breadthe stuff of legend. She would have fit in perfectly on The Waltons.
Roberta: I lucked out with Roberta, Nancys mom, as wellshe was warm like Nancy and I loved her. An upholsterer by trade, she was infinitely talented with fabric and thread, so we shared that passion. The spunky character of Idgie in Fried Green Tomatoes reminds me of Roberta. In a more modern time, she wouldve beaten the heck out of the glass ceiling.
Ibb: Granny Dude's best friends name was actually Ibbiehow wonderful is that? Fun and spirited with a mischievous side, she always wore great perfume and made the best red velvet cakefor my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Combine the personality of Auntie Mame and the style of Aunt Bee of The Andy Griffith Show and youve got Ibb.
Ruby: Ruby lived on the other side of the hill from where I grew up, and was sophisticated and worldly. She taught me lessons about style and polish that I still use today. When I first read Truman Capotes A Christmas Memory, I immediately thought of my relationship with Ruby, but you can think of her as Katharine Hepburn.
Louise: My moms middle name is Louise because of this Louisea friend of Granny Dude and Granddad. Louise treated my mother like a really lucky niece, and I grew up thinking of her as a bonus grandmother. Imagine her like Julie Andrews as Maria von Trappbut maybe Bea Arthur, too, since Louise could command a room.