I am not sure what it is about certain tasks that make me fight them with every fiber in my being. Maybe it is the repetition of some that make them seem so mundane. Or perhaps it is that some tasks never seem to really be finished, like washing dishes. (You know, just as the last dish is washed, someone has the audacity to bring in another glass.)
Well, for me that never-ending task is laundry. I have four boys and a farming hubby, so that probably has something to do with it. But it seems that mounds of laundry can grow in very little time. I’ve resorted to purchasing all the same kind of socks for the guys, which cuts down on the amount of time I need to get them sorted. Since they all look the same for the most part, I throw them all in a cute little basket and let them fend for themselves.
I feel guilty complaining about doing the laundry, though. In comparison to the days of old, we have it pretty easy. No one expects me to haul their dirty items down to the stream and pound them with a rock, or scrape them on a washboard and run them through a hand wringer. Yet I still find doing laundry tedious at best.
My favorite part of the whole process is looking into the closet and seeing all my clothing lined up. I arrange all my clothes by color, and I like looking in there and seeing everything neatly arranged. I should say that although lining them up by color sounds impressive (or crazy), I don’t really “do” much color. I have a couple of colored accent pieces, but most of my closet is filled with brown, tan and white.
An artist friend of mine recently painted a beautiful scene of her clothesline, and I was so drawn to it. There is something so great about the sound of sheets snapping in the breeze, and I love those movie scenes with kids running through the hanging laundry while playing tag.
I also love the smell of freshly hung sheets after a long, stressful day. I find that there are very few things more wonderful than climbing into bed and burying your face into fresh sheets that have hung in the sun all day. And laundry is looking better and better since I won an amazing laundry cart at a recent bloggers’ event in Snohomish.
More and more of us seem to be reverting back to the days of old, when hanging the laundry out to dry was commonplace. I personally think that it is a move in the right direction. The farmgirls have even taught me new laundry skills, like making my own laundry detergent and stain removers. I must say, knowing these tricks helps me feel a little more interested in the topic.
Simple homemade laundry soap
6 cups baking soda
4 cups Borax
2½ cups grated castile soap
1 TBS essential oil
Combine baking soda, Borax and grated castile soap. Mix. Add essential oil and mix with a wire whisk. Use 1 1/8 cup per load.