How many wears to a wash?

Willow, I worry about my house ponging. Did you mean wash basket not waste basket?

Lol well spotted Wot - I did mean the wash basket but if he finds a shirt without a button or a sock with a hole in it, a jumper that's got too baggy or trousers with a hem coming down he will chuck them in the waste basket. Naturally I rescue most of them apart from the holey socks!

Willow500 That's not the first tale of an errant pant-liner that I've heard but it's definitely the funniest, thank you for sharing .

Errant pegs are my nemesis, Went to Docs for a prostate check, Doc having donned the rubber glove he asked me to assume the position !. Whereupon he passed me the clothes peg that was attached to my shirt tail !

ha ha ha ha!!!!!!

I remember my mother had those removable arm pads. She also had deodorants called Arid and Odorono. I'm sure they didn't wear bras so much in those days. Our next door neighbour had huge boned corsets as she was quite large. I used to watch her put them through one of those big mangles after washing. It was fascinating.

And those awful, huge, salmon pink bloomers you'd see on the washing lines!!

I wonder why they were always salmon-pink?

And bright pink dentures! No wonder the men spent all their free time in the pub! (Generalizing somewhat) going to bed with a head full of ironmongery and covered with th grotty hair net....yuk!

Not to mention their horrid Twink perms and floral overalls. Wrinkly lilse stockings and clanking suspenders. Never left home without their headscarves and shopping "holdalls"

The ubiquitous flag hanging out of their heavily lipsticks mouths. Fag I meant.

National health specs out of which they peered, making sure they didn't miss any scandals they could gossip about down the bingo.

I think I've killed this thread. Sorry

I think I've killed this thread. Sorry.

Bras like barrage balloons. Shoes resembling Cornish pasties. Very attractive, I'm sure. ( not)

This thread has made me chuckle and underlines how different we all are and have such different outlooks.
DH changes pants and socks daily but other things vary and he has various changes on the go so I often have to hunt things out for washing. I use my nose for this.
I think men have a very different outlook to women on this subject. Wasn't it the diarist Samuel Johnson who wrote about his lodging house and was impressed enough to mention that the sheets were hardly used? The Tourist Board would have a great deal to say about that nowadays!

Bras like barrage balloons...... has someone seen my washing line ??

Didn't have bathroom as a child and as everyone else says underwear shak'em and turn'em ,I just assumed everyone did the same as me clean all through everyday. I am fussy hate someone walking past who looks and smells whiffy and hold my breath.I bath and wash my hair daily also....we balance equation though OH can be a soap dodger and hangs on to everything we have been known to tussle with his underwear which resulted in a split from earhole to breakfast time ?..he had to change them then....his socks are so strong they could March to the machine and wash themselves .I do an early morning recce and pinch them and put in machine.....we balance each other out I reckon....love bleach hate dirty toilets....now hoovering on other hand..only iron mine as and when..beds weekly ...

Oh Marmight did you go to the same school as me? (Christ';s Hospital) I have never met anybody else who knows what a knicker lining is. Ours were made of calico!
In my last year or two we began to be given aertex ones .

carolmary we had knicker linings too at my boarding school..just cotton knickers to go under the bottle green ones! We were allowed per week's laundry: one pair of green knickers and 2 linings , one vest, two school blouses, 2x prs of socks, a towel and a pair of pajamas/nightdress and one sheet and a pillowcase. Cardigans and tunics were taken home at half term along with your 'mufti' dress (no trousers!) to be cleaned! We bathed 2 x week and hair wash 1x fortnight. However washing and tooth brushing morning and night was rigorously monitored and heaven help you if you left a hair in your hairbrush! This was a Quaker school in the NE of England.

Same here. Cotton ones to go under the grey ones!
Horror, horror, matron discovered a pair of flimsy pretty nylon ones in one girls draw!
They were confiscated!

pompa did he take you down a peg or two?

I didn't go to a boarding school, but my state grammar school insisted on liners under the horrible thick dark green knickers. Nobody ever checked and we all stopped wearing the thick knickers except on a gym or sports lesson day when our wrap around sports skirt used to blow open showing our undies. The boys from the next door school would race across to the dividing fence when we played hockey and shout teenage boy ruderies.

My very lovely DH does the ironing because he is better at than me and IRONS my knickers! I think men who have worn uniforms to work are very particular about ironing.

However, he won't use tissues to blow his nose and I put all his grotty hankies in a bucket of bleach once a week. I don't know anyone else who still uses proper handkerchiefs.

At my grammar school (co-ed) we wore navy blue knickers with pockets. You could only wear your pleated gym shorts if you were playing hockey or having a period. We all caught verrucas from the communal shower. I always felt embarrassed because I was small and thin. Often nearly missed the coach home trying to dry off and get dressed. Gym slips were measured weekly by the female dragon (deputy head). If they weren't the right length above the knee there would be big trouble. The occasional rebel would come in white knickers and world war three would start. I tell these tales to my granddaughters. I'm sure they don't believe it.

All these stories really bring it all back. How repressed we were and yet it would be interesting to go back for a few hours.

I still use hankies