.., to want to cry, there's another shredded tissue in my washing

[Gymbob]

...and it's a dark wash. I know I should have checked EVERY SINGLE FUCKING POCKET, but I was rushing AGAIN. Why can't they empty their fucking pockets before putting their clothes in the wash bin. Rant over

it has crossed my mind juggling. best go check, oh the washer has just finished its tissue cleaning exercise too

juggling, I work a kind of washroom Darwinism in my house: things with dry clean only/no tumble dry labels get put in the washing machine and the tumble dryer, and if they survive, they're welcome to stay...

gymbob, on the fluff issue, I've noticed the Kleenex balm ones don't really fragment in the washing machine. Obv not the best solution, but it might help?

If its not your fleece, don't worry about it! Just hand it over and say 'unfortunately you left a tissue in the pocket. this is what happens...'

Do you remember the MNer who got so fed up with tissues in the pockets she took a photo and emailed it to her dh at work with a pissy note?

I like the washroom Darwinism :o. I'm not quite so brave, but I've never buggered up a dry clean only item yet by putting it on a cold wool wash.

I have regular tissue shred nightmares - plus the washing machine tends to reveal the wrappers from the shite DS3 has been spending his lunch money, which is useful information. And any money that comes out of the wash goes in my purse. Clothes deposited inside out are returned inside out.

My DH leaves tissues in pockets too. Drives me nuts.

The DDs leave them in little snotty balls all over the house, I'm not entirely sure what's worse - an unexpected snot bomb down the side of the sofa, or tissues in the wash

I bung it all in the tumble drier and then shake it out in the garden, although, DH gets his back tissue coated - he also gets his shirts back with one sleeve inside out, socks stuffed up trousers, jumpers inside out, etc, basically, however he dumped it in the wash

I tumble dry everything this time of year and never knackered anything yet. DH has a fondness for fleece and it's always survived the drier

This happened to me (again) just before Christmas! Currently referred to as 'The Great Tissue Disaster of 2014'... Dark wash...current suspect is DH who was sniffling that week. He is still picking bits off his dark t shirts as I refused to roller them off his stuff - it took me at least 45 minutes to get the bits off everything else. How can one proxy little tissue make so much mess?!

*poxy

Not really helpfull, but my MIL once told me of a brand of tissue she bought specifically because it did not disintegrate when washed...may have been Kleenex....

laughing out loud again at you lot I thought it was only me that gave stuff stuff back inside out. washing now back in washer for a full wash while I'm out with the dog

I am using Kleenex

TooMuchTooOld at washroom Darwinism!!

I've lost quite a bit of weight recently and seem to have gone down a size. So my very comfy, roomy T shirts are now like long and baggy nightshirts.
I had a very bright idea and put them all in on a 95 degree cotton wash, thinking they'd all shrink and fit me. Nope. Not one centimetre smaller.
Isn't life a bugger eh?

Oh crap gymbob, maybe I just have a really weedy washing machine!

Kitchen roll is fabulous and much cheaper. It doesn't disintegrate at all even with a hurricane strength sneeze, and massive, snotty downloads. It's big and strong enough to capture a full sinus evac. without bursting (allergy sufferer ) and doesn't rub the nose off you.

And so it survives the wash as well.

they are kleenex man size though, they have lots of snot. they don't like the balm ones but can't remember why now

Venus kitchen roll is like using sand paper on my nose, but know what you mean

I think the tumble drier trick was fantastic, followed by another wash. it doesn't look half bad

This annoys me but I just shake the washing in the sitting room and make a mess on the floor. It's easy to vacuum up. Any small bits of residue on the clothes stays there until the next wash. No one sees underwear and if it's jumpers or trousers, the owner picks the bits off. I don't.