i laugh in the face of dry cleaning. if an article of laundry wants me to dry clean it then it is living in a fool's paradise, baby, because cat does not roll like that, never has, never will. any clothing that can't handle the rough-and-tumble of my building's industrialass washers & dryers can shimmy on back to wherever the fuck it came from because i sure as hell didn't invite it into my life.
but aren't there like these special bags you can put those types of clothes in, and you add some particular damp washcloth thing, and put it in a dryer on low heat? i think my mom used to have a home dry cleaning kit that was something like that.
my deepest sympathies to those forced by cruel convention to dress in suits or whatnot on a regular basis. i would run screaming into a bog rather than face the demands of such a wardrobe.
― “humanity, whom I love” (cat), Wednesday, 9 November 2022 08:23 (two years ago)