Adventures in Housewifery — Homemade Fabric Softener and Dryer Sheets

This is ridiculously easy. Honestly.

So, the natural progression from homemade laundry detergent (which I still love, love, love!) seemed to clearly be homemade fabric softener.

I love the great smell of store-bought fabric softener, and, hey, it makes clothes soft. It’s a must, right?

Meh, sort of.

The jury is out regarding store-bought fabric softeners. Apparently, they’re a nightmare for anyone with sensitive skin or allergies and some of the products contain pretty horrible chemical ingredients. No, thank you!

Plus, this housewife loves saving money.

 

Sit down, this one’s a doozy:

In a recycled fabric softener container (or a large vinegar bottle that I use), mix equal parts water and white vinegar. Add some drops of your preferred essential oil. I like to switch things up… I’ve tried orange and lavender so far and love them both!

Make sure you shake your bottle before each use and pour a smudge into your washer. Voila.

(I found this variation on several blogs and websites online)

 

No, seriously, that’s all I do. Cheap, safe, natural, does the job. My clothes are soft and smell nice.

 

Oh, and my “dryer sheets”?

So, your typical box of dryer sheets are expensive and could actually clog up your lil lint tray in the front of your dryer (AKA fire hazard!).

So, take a bowl or container or some sort. Pour a bit of your snazzy new homemade fabric softener in it. Add a handful of clean sponges. Throw one damp sponge in each of your laundry loads. I usually let the sponges go through a couple of rounds and then I wash them in a load of laundry and empty my bowl and refill it. Super easy, clothes are soft, house is not on fire. Win-win, if you ask me.

 

And that’s it. The easiest housewifery projects so far.

Got any thoughts?

Ideas for future projects?

 

Happy housewifery, y’all!

 

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All better!

Addie’s newest phrase to say is “Allllll betta!”

I got her out of her crib this morning and received an “Alllll betta!”

Gave her her breakfast. “Alllll betta!”

Got her sidewalk chalk so we could color pictures. “Alllll betta!”

There is a glimmer in her blue eyes and a little proud smile to accompany her phrase. 

I have told her “All better” a thousand or a million times to let her know I took care of the problem, changed the diaper, kissed the boo-boo, helped make her wish come true. And now she shares “All better” with me — I am so, so lucky. 

She says “Dank oo” for every good deed done to her and done by her and even started this thing where she does a fake sneeze and says her version of “excuse me” while covering up her mouth. She waits… and you better deliver a “Bless you” or she will for you. Then she says her “Dank oo” and the cycle continues. 

 

I think my post with the letter from the kids the other day confused and worried some of you. I intended it to come across with a message of I am doing pretty well and I see that. Sometimes it just helps me to write things that have been bothering me or things I know my other Mommy friends will “get” and I don’t always stop to make sure my writing is doing my goal justice. 

So, as Addie would say, that post made everything, “Alllllll betta…”

 

We are enjoying Spring temperatures and sunny skies. We have family get-togethers to look forward to next week and a super-special wedding to celebrate; we have dirt to get under our fingernails and sunshine to land on our faces; there is a certain polite little girl’s second birthday party to plan and a thousand memories to make in between. Our world is very, very good. 

From a year ago (can you believe a year ago we started words like distrust and separation and ultimatums and even worse ones?!), it’s:

ALL BETTER. 

 

Addie loves to transfer things from one container to another. She has a little bowl of goldfish that have, in just the last ten minutes, gone into a toy coffee pot from her play kitchen to a toy plate, back into the little bowl, and now in a little yellow pail. Zack is at school, where he was greeted by high-fives and “HI Zacky” exclamations and teachers that love him and help us. We’ll pick him up soon and, like I do three times every week, I will watch those two faces in the backseat of my car and that white Jeep will be filled with happiness, joy, contentment, blessings. I do not take for granted what I’ve gained and learned; I do not wish it to fly by and leave me with independent kiddos too cool and busy for their mom and fake sneezes. 

 

I love our crazy, busy, confusing, hectic, messy, non-stop, interesting journey. 

It makes me feel “Allllll betta….” 

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Have a great weekend!