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Everything truly important is washable.
I'll be washed and ironed. I'll be washed and ironed and starched.
Whether it's destiny or fate or whatever, I don't think I could do a French Laundry anywhere else.
It's sweet that I don't have to do my laundry.
It all comes out in the wash. It's just the spin cycle that makes you crazy
Is there any place on earth that smells better than a Laundromat? It's like a rainy Sunday when you don't have to get out from under your covers, or like lying back on the grass your father's just mowed--comfort food for your nose.
The Board of Trade Make Do and Mend campaign is intended to help you get the last ounce of wear out of all your clothes
I love doing laundry! It's so satisfying. I love the way it smells. I love doing the sheets.
We should wash our dirty linen at home.
I collect a lot of clothes when I travel around the world.
There are clothes which keep rejuvenating themselves instead of getting worn out.
I don't throw my clothes out after one wear. Shocking, I know.
I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.
The classes that wash most are those that work least.
I like everything to be washable, myself included.
Always take an extra quarter to the laundry room.
I find folding laundry very relaxing.
He could wait while I threw some laundry in. That's right ladies. I do laundry.
The Laundry field operations manual is notably short on advice for how to comport one's self when being held prisoner aboard a mad billionaire necromancer's yacht, other than the usual stern admonition to keep receipts for all expenses incurred in the line of duty.
One hand washes the other.
I studied how to use the clothes washer. The handy instructions on the lid helped; so did the box of suds. It instructed me to separate the whites from the coloreds. Laundry will be the last American institution to desegregate.
Tops (shirts, sweaters, etc.) Bottoms (pants, skirts, etc.) Clothes that should be hung (jackets, coats, suits, etc.) Socks Underwear Bags (handbags, messenger bags, etc.) Accessories
I did my own thinking ... I have never given it out to be done by others as one gives out washing.
The only thing that should be separated by colour is laundry.
Love is mental illness going in and mental illness coming out. In between, you do a lot of laundry.
But these factory people, who on earth wears cotton that can afford linen?
By the end of Fashion Week my apartment is covered with makeup and clothes and shoes. Everything you can think of.
I'm a dude, obviously, and when I'm not in a relationship, I don't do laundry until I want to. But if I live with a girl, you have to do it when she wants to or when we want to, which sucks.
My whole approach to wardrobe is, throw it in a suitcase and make sure they don't press it, for Pete's sake, so I can try to display some rumpled charm. Actually, I'm just a pig. I've got coffee stains on my pants. I think they're coffee stains, anyway.
We could not salvage our clothes; we threw them away and changed into fresh uniforms. We even abandoned our boots. Maggots had worked their way into nooks and crannies of our shoes and occasionally fell onto the floor.
I think about death. I don't want to die with clothes in the cleaners.
Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
I am a great procrastinator. When the writing is going really well, the laundry piles up.
If you've got a bloodstain on your T-shirt, maybe dirty laundry isn't your biggest problem.
A washing machine needs constant maintenance. It doesn't want any harm. It wants tranquility, and you need someone to - you're not going to harm it by continuously monitoring it and adjusting it.
Have you ever taken anything out of the clothes basket because it had become, relatively, the cleaner thing?
Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.
Hang out?" his mother said. "Sweetheart, laundry hangs out.
Don't spend two dollars to dry clean a shirt. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead. They'll clean it and put it on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for seventy-five cents.
My jeans don't know your jean well enough to be washed together.
Sign at a Kentucky appliance store: Don't kill your wife. Let our washing machine do the dirty work.
I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.
I took my courage in both hands and went to the Laundromat to do my washing. I had to use three machines.
Clothes have memories, and sometimes you don't want to remember. People remember where they bought the clothes, who gave them, or where they stole them from.
I wear [socks and underwear] once and throw them out. Even when I'm home ... I wouldn't think of washing them.
Learn to put your troubles in your pocket, then leave them there when you do your laundry.
My poor clothes are going to wonder where they live. They have been transported back and forth to this place on numerous occasions.
Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color." - - Unknown
"Racism rests upon and functions as a kind of seesaw: the persecutor rises by debasing and inferiorizing his victim.
Housekeeping ain't no joke.
South African schoolchildren set a world record this week by creating the world's longest clothesline. Hey, what do South Africans wash their clothes with? Apar-Tide!
People put on certain clothes for certain reasons, I assume, when their closet is filled with clothes.
What's that?"
"The laundry basket?"
"No, next to it."
"I don't see anything next to it."
"It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.
I like the dry-cleaners. I like the sense of refreshment and renewal. I like the way dirty old torn clothes are dumped, to be returned clean and wholesome in their slippery transparent cases. Better than confesssion any day. Here there is a true sense of rebirth, redemption, salvation.
Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.
I edit things down, and I've got a massive dressing room in the country, and so all the things I'm not going to wear but don't want to get rid of go there. And all the stuff I want to get rid of goes to Oxfam.
Need help washing other places?"
"Yeah. I'm really dirty."
"I can't believe you said that with a straight face."
"I can't believe you'll do it anyway.
I see TV ads about detergents that can get blood stains out of your cloths. I say if you have blood stains on your cloths you should be thinking about something other than laundry.
I wash the clothes, rinse them and then scrub them again. Will that square little box do that? I am not using any fancy machines when my hands will do.
I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good ... tumble dry.-Eve Rosser
For men obsessed with women's underwear, a course in washing, ironing and mending is recommended.
Have you ever taken something out of the clothes hamper because it had become, relatively, the cleanest thing?
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.
[On growing up in a large family with little money:] ... to take a bath ... we just had a pan of water and we'd wash down as far as possible, and we'd wash up as far as possible. Then, when somebody'd clear the room, we'd wash possible.
The dirty laundry of our confessed sin belongs in the Lord's laundry hamper; for there He will toss them like mismatched socks as far as the east is from the west.
Even if you start your laundry before 8 AM on Saturday, you will not finish folding it until after midnight on Sunday.
When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don't need ironing.
In retrospect, it was easy to want to sleep with someone whose laundry I did not have to fold.
Vacuuming is great. I do the laundry. I love washing machines. I'm the maid in my house.
There are some socks that shouldn't be washed by your mom.
It's not nothing when you're abroad and you don't have a washing machine.
Did you hear about what happened at the Laundromat last night? Three clothes-pins held
Dear wife, I'm sorry that I am mysteriously incapable of folding clean laundry, but I iron, oh, I iron. Sweetheart, I'll make your white shirt so crisp and sharp that it will split atoms as you walk.
of those clothes.
The first step is to check every closet and dresser in the house and gather all your clothes in one spot. Don't leave a single wardrobe or dresser drawer unopened.
You'll fold faster than Superman on laundry day
My clothes are native to the rug in the center of the room, which my mother has lovingly deemed the hamper.
Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.
Some stains are left unwashed.
Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.
Blood makes lousy detergent.
I always bring my Jiffy Esteam steamer to get the wrinkles out of our clothes. It's powerful enough to press a suit.
What the hell? Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.
The society that hangs the most dirty laundry is the cleanest at its core.
In the intermission, between group one and group two, you go to your dressing-room and change every stitch you have on you: underwear, shirt, tie, socks, pants and tails. Your other clothes are soaking wet.
It'll wash. Better I be a little dirty than a child be hurt. Clothes can be replaced. Children should always be cherished. (Ioel)
Another round," she goads, and holds out a hand for the cards. "I bet a week of laundry."
Across from us, Cal stops his preparatory stretching to snort. "You think Mare does laundry?"
"Do you, Your Highness?" I snap back, grinning. He just pretends not to hear me.
We're like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you'll never use us again.
his shirt and hauled the fine linen up, and off.
People who wash much have a high mind about it, and talk down to those who wash little.
American closets are filled with once-worn clothes that got a bad review from a friend on their first appearance.
On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.
I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.
I reorganize my closet nearly every week.
I am not ashamed to say that I am the son of a washerwoman.
Your clothes. Give them to me. Now.
Because what we have done, we have thrown clothes off and they have picked them up and put them on.
I'm drunk when it comes to clothes.
Wives, girlfriends, fiancees - clean out your closets. I'm cleaning out my old bell bottoms. We can touch millions.
I will say this, though, in regards to laundry. I'll say, "Do you need to wear a new pair of jeans every day?" We've worked on this for the past year and he [Ashton Kutcher] now doesn't need to wear a clean pair of jeans every day. My laundry has gotten cut down immensely.
You give the shirt off your back, no questions asked, and you stand alone at the cavernous mouth of your suburban closet -
your entire life spent wondering
where your clothes went.