I've just read a post (okay, it was last Thursday) by Andrew, of Highriser fame, about his new doona and how pleased he is with the way his bed now looks so much neater.
Somewhere in that post, Andrew mentioned he has only one set of sheets and pillowcases, so they get washed and dried the same day and put back on the bed.
I was surprised to read that. Really surprised. Who doesn't have at least one spare set of bedding?
I myself have only two sets, one on the bed, of course, and one set in a drawer. Believe me, if I had storage space, I would have at least one extra set and probably two.
You never know when you might be sitting up in bed at 2am, reading and drinking coffee and oops, you spill the coffee. Or the cat jumps up and spills the coffee. I'm not running a set of bedding through the washer and dryer in the middle of the night, that's for sure.
Anyway, I got to thinking of days gone by, when I was younger, with a husband and four children at home. When there was a baby around, I washed cloth nappies (diapers) every day along with bibs, crib sheets and baby jumpsuits (those things now called onesies)
Clothes for everyone else got washed on a weekly basis, ditto bedding and towels. Bath towels got used more than once before washing, for heaven's sake don't get all up in arms about this, they are used to dry a perfectly clean body, so hang them to dry and use two or three times.
Unless that perfectly clean body is contagious.
So, weekdays were for general housework, cooking, shopping, baking, reading, gardening.
No computer back then.
Weekends were for laundry. Saturdays, clothes. Casual clothes, school and work uniforms, sports day uniforms, undies and socks.
Six people, seven days.
Forty two pairs of socks, forty two pairs of underpants, seven to fourteen t-shirts, five work shirts for husband, two or three school shirts each for the boys, two or three school dresses for each girl.
Plus the afterschool wear.
The machine got started before breakfast and the Hills Hoist would be groaning under the weight of it all by morning tea time. Weekend morning tea goodies were baked on Fridays.
Sunday was bedding and towels day. Six towels, sometimes a couple extra, many, many hand towels, plus however many tea towels (dish towels) I had needed through the week. Flannels, (facewashers) by the dozen. Or so it seemed.
Five sets of bedding, washed and hung by me, while the kids (tried to) put fresh sheets and pillowcases on all the beds. Doona covers got washed with season changes or sooner if the kids were contagious, like the chicken pox autumn and the tonsillitis summer.
Writing it out like this makes it seem like too much hard work, but it didn't feel like it at the time. It was just the way things were.
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