I admit to being a little intimidated by my new washing machine. When we remodeled the pantry/utility room we had to get a new front load washer and dryer and stack them to make room.
These new high-efficiency machines use less water but each load takes forever. Knowing that my clothes are going to be in that thing for over an hour can create a little separation anxiety. My palms always get a little sweaty when I go to push the start button.
It's just such a commitment. The machine spins a little to sense the load and then goes through some logarithmic calculation to give you an Estimated Time of Arrival. Then the dreaded click happens where you are locked out and the machine takes over. Thats the part that scares me.
Why is that such a big deal? Well suppose you head back upstairs and discover a dropped sock. In the old days of top load washers you just lift the lid and drop it in. No harm done. But now that you are locked out , that sox is on hiatus until at least next week.
If separating a mated sox pair isn't enough to make your palms sweaty how about this one?
.......carefree you toss in a load and head for a quick shower. Five minutes later you are out of the shower only to discover that every single pair of underwear you own is under the control of that contraption for another, oh I don't know.... HOUR and 37 minutes!!!
Well what are you going to do now?
Oh, I do like to carry on about laundry day until I think about my Grandma using this iron. She would heat it up and then hold it with a hot pad and iron away. She had the "lectric" kind but she liked this one best.
My, my laundry sure has changed over the years. I've got someone to iron it all out for us. You've just got to meet her. If you do nothing else today head on over to Thoughts from Meme's Corner At 82-years-old, she is the cutest blogger you are ever likely to meet. In her profile she tells you, "I do what I want, when I want"....and by durn she's earned that right. She's got a fantastic post about vintage laundry items and tells it like it really was. So go check it out while you are waiting for your washer to release your clothes back into your custody.
Now if you'll excuse me, my washer is chiming and I've got to go figure out what it wants?
Happy Laundry Day!