There are two kinds of people in the world…
those who use a washcloth and those who don’t.
I am the latter.
If you are one of the washcloth people, you just audibly gasped in horror and then looked up to the upper right corner of my blog and muttered, “but she looks so clean in pictures.”
I know you people.
I married one.
Washcloth people are passionate about their
washcloth-loving ways. They have an elaborate system of cleanliness that often includes more than one cloth…
maybe even a loofah.
They see the non-users as un-enlightened, un-informed, un-washed.
Yes, I said it.
You washcloth people look at the rest of us as the unwashed masses.
How can you get clean?
What do you have against the washcloth?
Why even bother taking a bath?
It is a choice. I don’t feel like I need to defend it. I don’t need to be confined by a small square of terry cloth.
Because I have been in charge of the baths of minors within the household, all three of my boys bathe sans-cloth.
They will have to attend years of bathing regression therapy to overcome my shortcomings.
Last week we were on vacation. In a nice hotel. Surrounded by lots of linens.
Blog-Stedman had bath duty with Rhett(5) several nights in a row. I didn’t even consider the possible side-effects when I agreed to this arrangement until last night when I helped Rhett with his bath for the first time back at home.
Mommy, I need one of those little towels that you get wet to scrub my face and the inside of both of my ears.
A washcloth?
Yes.
Now he is one of
them.
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My butt is burning…The Story
Some things (or husbands) should stay in Vegas
The bipolar cat with two names
I too never realized the divide between washcloth and non-washcloth people until I shared living with the opposite type, late in life. I use one because that’s how our parents washed me and my sister, and taught us to wash ourselves (though sometimes we did each other’s backs just by rubbing the soap on directly). I discovered how to make piles of suds by forcing my breath out thru a soaped washcloth — can make a bubble bath that way, but also works in the shower. Anyway, a few years ago my housemate, complaining about where I’d hang the wet one, remarked, “Why does a grown man need a washcloth, anyway?” When I told a mutual friend what he’d said, she got indignant and said that’s how you’re SUPPOSED to do it. But she gets funny like that about a lot of things.
I never really turned on to those poufs that became a thing when people started to use liquid body wash and shower gel. They seem to have been invented by people who didn’t know washcloths existed. I thought the low “thread count” (large mesh size) of those things would make them dangerously scratchy (predisposing to boils) as washcloths. Eventually I learned they weren’t to scrub with, but just to make lather. And don’t call them loofahs, those are entirely different things, basically a cross between a sponge and sandpaper.
Ever hear Jean Shepherd’s story about the washrag chain letter?
Yes, the wash cloth/ non-was cloth/ loofah/ pouf thing has taken on a life of it’s own, LOL!
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I’m a washcloth person and do the laudry. I wash the washclothes after every use though. To me not washing them is nasty and germy.