Whatever Happened To Wash Day?
As I look out the window its raining again...
and I think mmmm maybe that's what happened to having a fixed washing day. What did you do when it rained and your only means of drying your washing was a breezy, windy day?
I love washing by machine and hand. I find hanging out the washing relaxing and standing and assessing the fruits of my labour satisfying. I don't however like folding washing or putting it away.
I love the idea of allowing myself time to enjoy such some pleasures in life but with the humdrum of life jobs, responsibilities and the advancment of washing machines, dryers and a laundrette service - Wash Day has become a lost art.
It only took a quick 'google' to see that historically much has been created washing our clothes such as river scenes incorporating washing, poetry and nursery rhymes.
I don't always have the time to stick to a fixed 'wash day' but given any opportunity I'm all for hanging the washing outside, nothing beats clean laundry dried outside even with London pollution.
Wash on Monday - Nursery Rhyme lyrics
Wash on Monday,
Iron on Tuesday,
Bake on Wednesday,
Brew on Thursday,
Churn on Friday,
Mend on Saturday,
Go to meeting on Sunday.
Or perhaps the more updated version
Wash on Monday
Iron on Tuesday
Mend on Wednesday
Market on Thursday
Clean on Friday
Bake on Saturday
Rest on Sunday