I had a few cotton and linen handkerchiefs stashed away, I'm not sure why. Maybe I got them at the Meeting rummage sale a few years ago, maybe they were in something I got from my grandmother, I don't know.
It's not that hard to take care of them. I just throw them in the washing machine with the rest of our laundry. But last weekend, I had the ironing board out for some shirts. I realized that I could iron my handkerchiefs too, which I seem to remember adds to their sanitation.
What I didn't realize was how satisfying it would be to iron them. When I was a young girl and my mother taught me how to use the iron, she started me on ironing my father's handkerchiefs. It brought back the memories of working with my mother, of getting to use a grown-up, dangerous tool, of learning to do something useful. Well, I don't actually think my father used his handkerchiefs much, even back then, and I'm sure my mother doesn't iron them regularly any more. But it was a mark of growing up, and it is still fun to do.
Does the electricity I used cancel out the environmental savings of not using disposable tissues?
Can you compost used tissues?
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