If you’ve been around this blog for a while you’ll know that laundry isn’t my strong point.
I blame a lot of things for my lack of laundry prowess. The fact that our ‘laundry’ (pictured above) is just a sink and washing machine taps that are in front of half our back door is always top of the blame list. Today I added another reason to my list, a reason I had no idea existed but it now seems so logical….
You see before today I had a tiny washing machine. A 4kg washing machine. I didn’t know it was small until I walked into the show room and saw all the gleaming white MONSTERs with numbers like 6kgs, 8kgs…. 9.5kgs!
You mean all these years, these 12 odd years, I’ve been washing tiny loads when I could have been washing huge ones??
To think I was sad yesterday when our old, reliable, SMALL Simpson washing machine stopped suddenly, never to pump out water again. I was annoyed at having to waste a day looking at washing machines, let alone spending our emergency stash on a new one.
The sales man saw us coming a mile off and, I’m sure, rubbed his hands together with glee.
Two girls walking, Daddy carrying the boy child and Mum pregnant. He steered us to the biggest most expensive model in the shop. “I bet you do a lot of washing” he said, I’m still not sure if he was feeling sorry for me or congratulating me.
We’re not that silly though… We had a budget and an idea of what we’d come for and I was only mildly dazzled by all the flashing lights and features of the top of the line models. And hello, even the 6kg washers looked HUGE to me. I wandered around in a daze muttering “but they are all so big…..”
In the end we came home with a 7.5 kg top loader and oh wow can it wash!
Now all I need a bigger washing basket, a slave to hang all that clean washing on the line and clothes that magically fold and put themselves away and I’ll be laundry legend!