I just hand-washed a shirt!
Okay, it’s not that big of a deal. But here’s the story. My washing machine kills black clothing, so I’ve stopped buying black shirts. It sucks because a black shirt goes with anything! This weekend I broke down and bought a black shirt I liked, but I promised myself it would never go into my washer. So today I washed it in the sink. I’m normally kind of lazy, so I’m proud of myself for just doing something instead of letting it pile up. I’m getting really tired of my laziness. Plus, hand-washing clothing is something I should be more willing to do if I want to be a really low-maintenance traveler.
While John is gone this week, I’m trying to get as many errands done as possible–stuff I’ve been meaning to do. Like find a tailor and have a pair of pants hemmed. Anyone know a good tailor/alterations place in Phoenix?