Because I know you’re all just dying to know how to sustainably clean your nether-regions, I figured I’d update on our excursions into the land of cloth toilet paper (a.k.a My mother thinks I’m crazy).
We’ve expanded! Not only does our master bathroom still have a cloth toilet paper setup, our downstairs/guest bathroom also shares it’s plush wonders with our private blunders. It’s a beautiful thing, this swiping with cottony goodness.
I decided the camoflauge patterned cloth – although aptly colored – was in need of updating if we were to exemplify our enviro-awesomeness with friends and family in the 2nd bathroom. Off to the fabric store and no, I did not talk Cloth Toilet Paper (also know as cloth wipes or family wipes) with the fabric lady, thank you very much. It’s one thing to blab about our crappy crusades with the whole online world. It’s quite another to talk poopy arses face-to-face. Ahem. But I did get a super soft and slightly fuzzy fleece fabric in shades of blue to match our “beach-themed” bathroom. And while I was there I picked up a flannel floral cotton for the master bathroom, just cuz it was prrrty and I’d rather wipe my ::cough:: with a lovely floral print, if you must know.
I purchased about 3/4 yards of each fabric and cut them into squares about 4×4 inches or whatever I eyeballed it to be. The blue fleece didn’t require any sewing but I did a quick stitch around the outside of the other one to prevent excessive fraying. Wash, cut fringe and you’re good to go! Now before I go further, I will say I don’t believe the fleece to be quite as absorbant and wouldn’t go that route again, nor recommend it to others. The flannel cotton, however, is divine.
Now, I also changed our “system”. Before I was using a wet bag for #1 and a bucket with a vinegar/water solution for El Numero DooDoo. Before incorporating the downstairs/guest bathroom into the equation, I nixed the vinegar bucket and found there was no smell or problem washing. But when I started the second bathroom…
See, it turns out (and here comes the *real* TMI Alert) that Justin uses the downstairs bathroom in the mornings before work for his dirty business (the man’s got intestinal clockwork, I tell ya). So, while Zeb and I were using the cloth toilet paper like an environmental hiker (Leave No Trace) and thus having no issue with smell or washing, it was really because Justin wasn’t really involved in the matter yet.
But shortly after adding the regimen to his pot of choice, I went to wash the downstairs bathroom’s TP and was practically assalted – ASSaulted, people! I mean, we eat the same foods! What’s the issue here?? How come my toilet paper receptical is a pleasant walk through a lavendar field while his singes nostril hairs and inflames my olfactory nerve?
His explanation: Apparently when he goes to “drop the kids off at the pool”, there are a few reluctant swimmers. And the only way to take care of Klingons in his opinion is by using abusing my pretty blue cloth toilet paper! Talk about a rank residue (haha resiDOO). At first, I thought it was back to water/vinegar. And maybe a bit more fiber for Justin. Or an electric trimmer, for goodness sakes. Or if that didn’t help, he may have be the only lucky butt o go back to regular recycled toilet paper. Instead we’ve he’s found that rinsing the wipe when necessary prior to placing in the wet bag is all that’s needed.
And all this doesn’t even mention some really demented dogs and their obsession with our wet bag. Sometimes I wonder about me…
How To Go Cloth – The Nuts and Bolts:
I’ve moved all the nuts and bolts to my new site; you can find the information here:
Feel free to ask me questions. Or ridicule me by saying you’ll never come to my house. I can take it.