#Discovery the laundry guy how to#
#Discovery the laundry guy professional#

That’s the promise of this book: It will transform laundry-that chore you previously tolerated, or perhaps hated-into something you enjoy, look forward to, maybe even love. Most important, imagine being able to do all this for yourself and for the ones you love-simply and easily.

#Discovery the laundry guy how to#

Imagine finally getting to wear your favorite fill-in-the-blank again after I teach you how to remove its stains. Imagine crawling into bed between peppermint-scented sheets. Now, imagine the fluffiest, whitest towels you’ve ever wrapped yourself in. When I say “anything,” that includes all your clothes: cashmere sweaters, wool suits, social dresses, and whatever else you can think of. Anything, and I mean anything, can be washed at home. Soon you’ll know exactly how to care for all your textiles-meaning anything made of cloth, from clothes and bedding to bath towels and table linens-and you’ll be able to do it all at home. Their tags bully us into time-sucking techniques, and before we know it, each article of clothing is trying to tell us what to do-and none of it is simple. When it comes to cleaning, our clothes are bossy. SOMERSET MAUGHAM, PLAYWRIGHT AND NOVELISTĭry clean only. Look after your laundry, and your soul will look after itself. Remember that pile of dirty clothes on the floor? It’s calling to you! There’s no time like the present-so let’s get started.ĭon’t Let Your Clothes Tell You What to Do

And, for my big finish, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about removing stains-chocolate! red wine! dog pee! So sit back, take a (laundry) load off, and get ready: I’m about to transform your sorting, washing, and drying routines. I’ll also share stories about many people I love-especially 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.

My mission is to help you make laundry faster, cheaper, kinder to the environment, and more fun.

#Discovery the laundry guy professional#

Now, with decades of experience using conservation washing and drying techniques on everything from vintage designer gowns to my favorite lived-in Levi’s, I’m sharing my professional advice with you in these pages, covering all of my best tips, tricks, and techniques for mastering the art of laundry. (I suspected I could-after 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. 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. In my teens, I taught myself to iron like a picky pro, creating razor-sharp creases in my khakis. I learned how to wash and dry my own clothes before I was ten. My love of laundry only deepened as I grew older. It had a window on top, just like my mom’s (because, let’s face it, my dad didn’t 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. And so, for my third birthday, she and my dad gave me a kid-size washing machine-and because it was the 1970s, the color was harvest gold. While some parents might have found my fascination a bit embarrassing, my mom thought it was hilarious. I realize that my neighbors, relatives, and friends have lots of different models: the wringer washer, the Gyratator, the rare locomotive. Whenever I visit someone’s house, I ask to inspect the laundry room-I want to see every washing machine. This is so fascinating to me, in fact, that watching clothes being washed becomes one of my favorite toddler activities. 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 mom’s washing machine, and I am mesmerized by the clothes swimming in circles in the sudsy water.