I got into an argument with my sister the other day. She insisted that towels and clothes should never be washed together.
But I’ve always done it that way. It saves time, and honestly, I never saw the problem.
That’s exactly what I told her.
“Sylvie, you’re overthinking this,” I said, tossing my gym shirts and a couple of towels into the washer without hesitation.
She folded her arms and gave me that look. “Mara, you’re ruining your clothes. Towels are heavy and full of lint. They rub against softer fabrics and wear them out faster.”
I rolled my eyes. “They’re clothes. We wear them, they get dirty, we wash them. It’s not that deep.”
Sylvie just shook her head, clearly annoyed. She’s always been the perfectionist, while I’m more about efficiency.
But a few days later, I noticed something strange.
When I pulled my favorite navy-blue blouse out of the dryer, it was covered in tiny white fuzz. I sighed, brushed them off, and wore it anyway. No big deal.
The next day, I noticed my black leggings had started pilling, even though I’d only had them a few months.
I didn’t want to admit it, but Sylvie’s words came back to me—
“Towels rub against softer fabrics. They wear out faster.”
Still, I brushed it off as coincidence.
Then came the breaking point.
One Saturday morning, I washed everything together again. When I opened the machine, I froze. My favorite cream sweater had shrunk. Not just a little—it looked like it would fit a teenager.
I stood there holding it, that sick feeling twisting in my stomach. That sweater was expensive. And I’d only worn it twice.
Sylvie walked into the laundry room right then. She took one look at me and the sweater, and didn’t say a word. Just raised an eyebrow.
“I know, I know,” I muttered. “Don’t say it.”
She shrugged. “You can save time, or you can save your clothes.”
Her tone wasn’t smug, just factual. Somehow, that made it worse.
That night, I did a little research.
Turns out, towels are made from thick, abrasive fabric. They hold onto more water, making the spin cycle heavier and rougher on delicate clothing. The lint they shed sticks to everything. Over time, that friction breaks down softer fabrics.
Basically, I’d been destroying my wardrobe just to save twenty minutes of sorting.
So, the next weekend, I changed my habits. Towels in one load, clothes in another.
And you know what? It made a difference. My clothes looked better. The colors stayed bright. The fabrics felt newer.
Sylvie noticed right away. “Finally joined the dark side, huh?”
I laughed. “You were right.”
She grinned. “I usually am.”
But a few weeks later, the tables turned.
Sylvie called me in a panic. “Mara, can you come over? The washing machine won’t drain.”
When I got there, she was standing in front of the washer, water slowly spreading across the floor.
“Did you check the filter?” I asked.
She blinked. “There’s a filter?”
I sighed, grabbed a flashlight, and removed the bottom panel. The filter was packed with lint—clumps of it—along with fuzz and a few coins.
We spent the next hour cleaning it out.
Sylvie looked embarrassed. “Guess all my perfectly separated loads weren’t so perfect after all.”
I smiled. “Nobody’s perfect. We all mess up.”
She laughed. “Okay, fine. I’ll keep an eye on the filter from now on.”
That moment stuck with me.
We both had our blind spots. I thought I was being smart and efficient. She thought she was being precise and careful. In the end, we both learned something.
Sometimes, it’s not about who’s right or wrong. It’s about staying open—to learning, to listening, and to helping each other out when things go wrong.
Now, laundry day has become our running joke. We FaceTime while folding clothes, swapping tips and laughing about how seriously we once argued over something so small.
But every time I’m tempted to take a shortcut—whether it’s laundry or life—I think back to that ruined sweater.
Saving time isn’t worth losing something valuable.
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