Doing my laundry in what my gypsy friend calls the best laundromat in Australia. She should know as she has been down to Tazzi from Queensland & everywhere in between – then accross to Western Australia & back. As far as I know she hasn’t been to the N W Corner – but I know she wandered as far outback as the Alice.
She buys clothes from the op shops in $5 bags which means she can chuck em when they no longer fulfill their purpose. However I assume she does do some laundry otherwise she would not know so much about laundromats.
As for me, I am attached to my old clothes. They become soft & carry memories – fond memories. I chuck out or recycle those that carry any heavy vibes from the past.
I enjoy the rediscovery of my warm winter woolies & long pants as the weather deteriorates into rain & or chill. the summer stuff is essential in Queensland when the heat becomes unbearable. That’s when I am prepared to pay big bucks for cotton (particularly white cotton) rather than synthetics. Also for the occasional real wool item for the extremes of winter.
While traveling overseas I frequently rinsed most clothing on a daily basis – especially as large old baths can be found in the big colonial buildings where I found hospitality.