Early this year I experimented with my laundering practices. I resolved on the New Year that I would have the policy, "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." As part of my experiment I decided to hang dry all of my laundry on a small chrome rack in my house which only fit about 3/4 of one load, and took a day and a half to dry.
Prior to my decision, I laundered on Mondays. I washed all loads, and piled them high on the couch. In the late afternoon and evening, I watched Emma or some other chick flick to ease me through the torturous monotony that is laundry. I usually finished on Monday or Tuesday.
After my decision, I started laundering on Monday, and finished laundry on Friday or Saturday, arduously hanging my items on the rack, with no Jeremy Northam / Mr. Knightley to say, “Indeed we are not,” after Gwyneth Paltrow, the best Emma, said, “After all, we are not brother and sister!” I folded the items, staring at my curtains made out of ugly sheets that need replacing, and wallowing in depression, without so much as a Mr. Woodhouse to distract me.
After three months of this dreadful ordeal, I was able to assess from my utility bill that I was saving approximately $7 to $10 a month on my bill. I decided that my peace of mind was worth $10 a month, and that my labor was worth more than about 50 cents an hour. So I am now back to my Monday laundry-thon. In fact, my first load is in the wash at this very moment. So if anyone needs me this afternoon, I will likely be picking apples with Emma and Harriet.