I used to wash towels with my clothes to save time. My sister Sylvie warned me it wasn’t a good idea—towels are heavy, shed lint, and can damage softer fabrics. I rolled my eyes and kept doing it anyway.

Then one day, I pulled out my favorite navy blouse covered in white fuzz, and my black leggings started pilling after just a few months. I blamed it on coincidence, but Sylvie’s words kept echoing in my mind.

The final straw came when my cream sweater shrunk badly after being washed with towels. I held it up, stunned. Sylvie appeared, raised her eyebrows, and said, “You can save time, or you can save your clothes.”

That night, I looked it up. Towels are thick and abrasive, shedding lint and stressing delicate fabrics in the wash. Plus, their water retention makes the spin cycle tougher on clothes. Basically, I’d been ruining my clothes to save a few minutes.

So I changed. Towels in one load, clothes in another. The difference was clear—my clothes looked newer, lasted longer, and colors stayed bright.

Then Sylvie called me—her washer wouldn’t drain. Turns out, the filter was clogged with towel lint and other debris. We spent an hour cleaning it out.

It was a funny reminder: neither of us was perfect. We both learned something—sometimes it’s not about being right, but about listening, learning, and helping each other.

Now laundry day is a joke between us—and I never mix towels with clothes again.