As I've not been able to move much at all over the last month or so, the dining room floor still hasn't been sorted out and, with all the rain that we're having, there's often some serious damp in the carpet. I've been using towels to mop up, then washing them on a hot wash. This is all perfectly normal. Unfortunately, DH hasn't been doing laundry for very long. He learned to do it after seeing bear take charge. He's pretty good, but he bunged in some shirts without checking the temperature dial. Nice shirts really shouldn't be washed at 60C.
I didn't realise about the temperature of the washer. However I took the washing out, bunged it into the dryer and made sure that I was around to take the shirts straight out of the dryer and hang them up. Most of the time, if you do that then you don't need to iron anything. Unless, of course, the shirts had been washed on a hot wash.
So I ironed a shirt for the first time since bear's prom last year. It felt so strange. The iron agreed with me as it was making all sorts of noises, sounding like it was picking up static radio and generally grumbling. Yet it seems like only yesterday that I was ironing over a dozen shirts every week. DH had a clean shirt, nicely ironed, every day as he went out to work. I put bear in a clean shirt every day as they were white shirts and the only chance I had of keeping them white with a school aged son was to change them over quickly and use vinegar as the laundry softener. And when father was with us, he liked to keep himself in nice clean shirts. So much has changed.
I didn't have any pics worth sharing, so I found this pic on Unsplash
Photo by Ryoji Hayasaka on Unsplash
I've started looking through quotations and putting them in a pretty Canva pic. It's just at random and when I feel like it, and this is one I did today.
It takes me back to the days of bad inflation in the 1970s when you never knew what things would cost from one week to the next.
Writing stuff - yesterday I posted the latest instalment of The Guest on my blog here. I hope to have more interesting stuff to talk about soon.
Hugs and good health to all.
I haven't ironed a shirt for about 5 years! I think I had to replace the iron as it gave me an electric shock 😲
ReplyDeleteDH told me to be careful not to drop the iron as he couldn't see the point in replacing it!
DeleteWell done with the ironing. I don't do it. lol.
ReplyDeleteAs for husband and the washing, when my husband first started doing it we ended up with a lot of pink things - from throwing the reds in with the whites lol. He's learned a lot since then.
For years DH didn't touch the washer, and then a couple of times he saw them off. But he's much better now. He just needs to be a little more comfortable with the idea that there isn't that much that can go wrong.
DeleteAs for mixing up whites and coloureds, most of the time we all where black. I've got a few coloured tops and DH wears navy and grey, but after bear left school, I never had to worry about whites.
I rarely iron any clothing these days. I like that quote and the picture you made with it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have a lot of fun creating those pics.
DeleteI haven't ironed anything for years. Creases drop out with wear, usually, and if they don't, who's watching anyway?
ReplyDeleteI got into the habit as DH's bosses, while lovely, can always tell, father liked the creases and ironing bear's shirts helped me track stains and damage. I'm so glad that it's all on hangers and then left these days.
DeleteTotally with you on the non ironing. It's very rare that I iron anything these days. Off to read the latest installment. X
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteMy partner ironed everything - including his boxers (underpants). JB
ReplyDeleteMy Mother-in-Law offered to iron my knickers for me but I said that was the last place that I wanted to risk scorch marks.
DeleteLife is too short!