Here's a first! I washed my belt. Previously I've washed spare change, wallets, pocket knives on a regular basis including today, papers ranging from the pointless to the fairly important, candy, writing implements of all sorts, and even a Handspring Visor Prism (several hundred dollars down the drain). Now I've finally washed a belt. Oddly enough I thought about it when I gathered the laundry then it slipped my mind.
The up-side is that the roller coaster-like twists it developed while keeping my tent-like pants covering my ample tummy have been straightened. When I took the belt from it's loops it was straight as an arrow and had the sheen of newborn kitten. The buckle redefined gleam. I might have to do this more often.