This will be my last post about Laundry Swap!.
The dream of Laundry Swap! was simple and beautiful: use the postal system as a magical highway for boxes of dirty clothes, building a global community through mutual exchanges of laundry. Strangers would get to see what kind of clothes I wear and how I’d gotten them dirty, and I’d get to do the same. By washing someone else’s laundry, it would almost be as if I’d traveled to their homeland and worn their socks for a day (but better, because I don’t actually have to travel anywhere and instead get to stay at home doing laundry).
But Cate has insisted that we stop participating in Laundry Swap!. Here’s what happened.
Our first Laundry Swap! partner failed to wash our son’s cloth diapers often enough (daily), so we requested a new partner. Fair enough (on our part).
Our second partner was a little unusual. The first box of laundry she sent us was just white bedding and towels – no clothing. Then the next day, we got another box of just white bedding and towels…before we’d even sent back the first box!
Every day another big box of white sheets, pillowcases, and towels arrived. I can’t even imagine how many bedrooms and bathrooms this woman has! All the towels were monogrammed with her name (Garden Hilton), and I wonder if she isn’t a member of the Hilton family.
I thought it was really exciting to be doing a celebrity’s laundry, but after two weeks Cate demanded that we drop out of Laundry Swap!. She said she was spending 18 hours a day doing laundry and was sick of it.
Honestly, I can’t even believe she’s complaining. I have to be at work all day earning a paycheck and would much rather be at home hand-washing sheets and towels. In fact, I wish there were some way I could just spend all day washing linens, every day, forever, like I was getting to live inside Downton Abbey (but downstairs).