I see I see I see DP!
Admittedly I run cool, was born here. But ride to work in the Merino wool t-shirts from Unbound or silk/Merino thin knit sweater and also merino socks, and arrive absolutely presentable, so much better than cotton, not better than linen, but better looking for an office. Only the v-neck though, can't stand it near my neck, that does itch. And not all brands, only Unbound for the T-shirts. Silk/Merino blend always rocks.
You'd need to arrange the code ahead of time with whoever you were communicating with. I can imagine a few ways to do it, the number of letters in the words, the arrangement of the spaces between words, first letter of first word, second letter of second word, up through five words and start over, prearranged code phrases of course but nothing that would work with an unwitting recipient.
That homemade laundry soap made with bar soap would be a nightmare in hard water. I don't even want to think about soap scum in the drains and in my clothes.
I just use the smallest amount of detergent I can get out of the bottle, that works well. And don't wash a garment after wearing it once if it's not underwear. Invested in a lot of Merino stuff which manages to be comfortable even here in Florida and doesn't stink ever. I can wear those shirts and just hang them back up.
I raised my kids to be independent and was not very controlling - they think I was pretty hands off because they don't remember the earliest years - but I can't imagine doing that without literally teaching them what was reasonable behavior for different spaces. We did restaurant training, sit in your chair, use the utensils, don't yell. (ETA I would do this at teatime when it was slow, and tip double since the bill did not reflect the mess or work at all) In stores, "put your hands behind" was the cue, not "don't touch" because it's easier to tell them to do something than to not do something.
At the park though? My only rule was don't show off, don't do anything to show off. If you want to climb the tree because you want to climb the tree, go for it but no "look at me I'm in the tree" because then you will probably go past what's safe for you. When they fell down while running ask "you gonna be ok?" not "are you ok?"
Compared to their friends' parents, the younger ones think I'm nearly neglectful but it's more than my mom did, parenting right now while there are fewer kids around us so weird. So many parents are so controlling even of their high schoolers. You are trying to raise competent adults, they have to have the space to make decisions and mistakes to do that.
I've lived on the streets, in a car, in a house with 10 people so we could cover rent, in slums and have crawled up to solidly middle class. I think it used to be easier to do that than it is now, like every year it gets more stratified with more slipping below average (meaning the mean) but also harder to dig out. Not impossible, but it was hard enough as person of able body and mind back then - I can't imagine how hard now.
At work in my department only one of us has never been very poor, I do think there is some social mobility but for each of us there must be hundreds who did the same things and it didn't work.
Oh I feel seen.
I was underweight a few years ago, and while it was not entirely healthy, I was indulging in the look and found some XXS Tall pants, in a beautiful blush color. Felt like a fucking supermodel on my way to work. Bought a chai latte, spilled it all over the pants before I ever got to work.
Also covered these white cropped pants. Got them, same sort of thing.
Decided I am not qualified for white pants.