Drop by my house on laundry day, and you’ll spot the usual mountains of darks and lights piled up near the washer, as well as something else: a collection of big mixing bowls dotting my kitchen island, each one filled with water and a swirling silk shirt or a couple of pieces of lingerie.
And you’ll always, always find my bottle of Soak right alongside them. As Wirecutter’s senior editor of style coverage, I adore wearing beautiful and—often—delicate fabrics, but I’m also frugal enough to have heart palpitations when I get the bill for a couple of blouses at my local dry cleaners.
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