That’s exactly what I told her.

“Sylvie, you’re overthinking it,” I said, tossing both my gym shirts and a couple of towels into the washer.She folded her arms, giving me that look. “Mara, you’re ruining your clothes. Towels are heavy and shed lint. They rub against softer fabrics, making them wear out faster.

I rolled my eyes. “They’re clothes. We wear them, sweat in them, and wash them. It’s not that deep.”

Sylvie shook her head, clearly irritated. She’s always been the more meticulous one. I’m more… efficient, let’s say.

But later that week, something weird happened.

I pulled out my favorite navy-blue blouse—one I wore to work all the time—and noticed little white fuzzies all over it. I sighed, picked off some of the lint, and wore it anyway. No big deal.

The next day, I noticed my black leggings had tiny pills and were starting to look worn out—after only a few months of use