Dryers are a big no-no in Italy. (Another convenience equally frowned upon: air conditioners, but I’ll tackle that one in summer). Hmm, what to do? My quest for a dryer is poor at best (it seems that it is sliding down the scale on our priority purchases list), but it is still something I deem absolutely necessary for a household of four, two of which are kids. Here is what it looks like in my dryer-free home:
Who has time, I ask, to hang each individual piece of clothing on a stendino (drying rack) with clothes pins, wait for it to dry, iron everything because it’s rigid and wrinkled, and then fold everything? Further, have you ever dried off with a towel that has been dried on a stendino? Or have you tried to put on a pair of jeans? That towel is as soft as sandpaper, and as for the jeans? I refer to my husband who claims that the pants can stand up by themselves!
Still, I’m finding my defense of my need to have a dryer is lost upon deaf ears. There is no convincing anyone that a dryer is better than the fresh Tuscan air… maybe they’re right. Will I change my American ways? Time will tell. For now, I’m determined to get a dryer and start using that box of Bounce that I brought from America!