I was arguing with my sister because she insisted we should never wash towels with clothing. I always wash everything together to save time, so I told her she was overthinking it. Sylvie just folded her arms and said, “You’re ruining your clothes. Towels are heavy, rough, and full of lint.” I brushed it off—until things started happening. First, my navy blouse came out of the wash covered in tiny white fuzzies.
Then my black leggings started pilling and looking worn out, even though they were fairly new. I tried to ignore it, but Sylvie’s warning replayed in my mind. The final straw came when I pulled out my favorite cream sweater… and it had shrunk so much it looked like it belonged to a teenager. That one hurt. When Sylvie walked in and saw me holding it, she didn’t even have to say a word.....
