Doing laundry is a mundane task. It is one of the chores I like doing the least. Folding and stacking is the part of it I've perfected. There is something comforting about it. Knowing your stuff is being handled with care. Back when I was dating my husband we went to the laundromat every weekend. His method for collecting the clothes that had been washed and dried was scrunching them in a big wad in the laundry basket and taking them back to the condo and then putting them away. It used to drive me crazy. I pleaded with him to fold the clothes neatly to avoid wrinkles. But he thought it was a BIG waste of time. So I became the go to girl for folding. When the children were growing up we had loads and loads of dirty clothes to wash, so I got them into the act. My younger daughter was like me, neatly making stacks of freshly laundered items. My older daughter was like him just throwing them in the basket. Now that my girls are grown and gone I do not know what they do. But my husband is still the same story, especially when it comes to his underwear and socks. When I was growing up we had a wringer washing machine. It was quite a contraption. I used to watch my mom put the stuff in the machine and sometimes I got to help. Wringing them was the most fun for me but probably not to her. It was painstaking work to be sure.
Check out this You Tube video.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BsDkGNxWOA
Nowadays things are simpler. I have entertained the notion that I should get a front loader and come into the 21st century myself, though. The reason why is because my boobs fall level with the top of the machine tub and I have to stand on my tiptoes to reach into the washer to pull any laundry out of it. A new washing machine is out of my price range at the moment. But I can dream. Of course then I'd need a new dryer too. Maybe I should just get a step stool. Or go thrifting for an old wringer machine.