I bit the proverbial bullet today. With the 2007 reenacting season over, I finally decided it was time. Yes time for that...
I washed my Federal issue shirt and drawers.
Yeeow. Filth galore. First I washed the shirt (only); after nine sinks full of water (four with soap in them, the rest being "rinsing"), the water in the sink was finally just cloudy when I drained it, instead of virtually muddy as it was when I drained the first few sink-fuls. How did my duds get that dirty?!
Thank goodness the drawers, while pretty darned dirty, weren't in nearly the condition the issue-shirt was. It only took six sinks of water, two with soap, to get them to a condition that I daresay is possibly even cleaner than the shirt. When I laid out both garments to dry, it was still somewhat shocking to see just how "dirty" they still appear to be--particularly the shirt.
I'm a poor parent. While I washed these things, I allowed my son, who's a couple months short of turning three years old, to watch what I was doing. I bet the kid has nightmares tonight.
I washed my Federal issue shirt and drawers.
Yeeow. Filth galore. First I washed the shirt (only); after nine sinks full of water (four with soap in them, the rest being "rinsing"), the water in the sink was finally just cloudy when I drained it, instead of virtually muddy as it was when I drained the first few sink-fuls. How did my duds get that dirty?!
Thank goodness the drawers, while pretty darned dirty, weren't in nearly the condition the issue-shirt was. It only took six sinks of water, two with soap, to get them to a condition that I daresay is possibly even cleaner than the shirt. When I laid out both garments to dry, it was still somewhat shocking to see just how "dirty" they still appear to be--particularly the shirt.
I'm a poor parent. While I washed these things, I allowed my son, who's a couple months short of turning three years old, to watch what I was doing. I bet the kid has nightmares tonight.
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