I wash blankets, even the hand crochet afgan rug Mum made for Grace, in the machine. With a short delicate cycle, warm water & wool wash. I think that big blankets stretch less if you don't handle them when they are sopping wet & heavy. The red mohair picnic rug came out very fluffy, perfect for snuggling under while watching some TV.
Even Ms Mippy, Grace's bedtime companion went through the machine today.
As it turned out Grace had more little bites tonight, so it isn't her bed. She bumshuffled around the garden today so maybe she is being bitten by tiny gnats that seem to swarm in patches of sunlight. I don't know how to prevent that except by banning her from the garden. At least it isn't her bedding.
I didn't do a load of washing today as it is Saturday, sleep-in day. It's also the day that Gerard washes his workerbee clothing (his words - clown suit). G clings to doing his own washing, eventhough it would probably be more efficient if all our washing was done at once. A remanant of batchelor independence? However, I iron his shirts. For ages I didn't iron anything & just wore clothes that you could get away without ironing. I even gave away my iron. Then several years later, when I started working in air conditioned offices again, the most comfortable work wear was a cotton shirt. And I started sewing again. I bought a fabulous new iron with a non stick sole plate. Now I don't mind ironing. And I wouldn't want G go to work in an unironed shirt. It's not a good look, for him or for me.
So no washing, just folding. Nappies & other stuff airing from yesterday.
This is a big part of my life at the moment, doing the washing & battling the elements. The other day I calculated that I do a average of 8 loads of washing a week, no wonder I'm a little obsessed. Of course, one of the reasons I wash so much is that our daughter Grace is still in nappies. And we are using cloth. I don't hate doing the washing, but I don't totally love it either. I do like seeing a clothesline full of neatly hung out washing, and I like the smell & texture of sun warmed clothes. Alas, it's winter here & the wash has to be bought in before the damp falls, to be aired & hug about the house & maybe finished in our ancient & not very efficient dryer. Then the next morning, I fold & put away.