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Beekissed

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I can see how that would be unsettling.

:lol: Thistle, yer a hoot!!!

I saw this picture of a bed on a woman's blog. She is into gardening, making soap, just back to basic type housekeeping, and her bed had a pink sheet, and a white sheet, and 2 different colored pillowcases, a really pretty bedspread, and it made me want to mismatch my sheets. :hide

I love mixing and matching linens! I don't like everything to be matchy matchy but merely to GO together. Certain prints with certain solids, different colors that compliment each other, etc.

I make my soap here and have done for 12 yrs now, so the clothes hung out are not stiff like clothing done with commercial laundry detergents....makes it a joy to hang out bed linens and then sleep on them later that night. Bliss!

Got ya all beat...I remember washing clothes on a washboard and wringing them into a rinse tub with a hand crank wringer. Then swinging that around and wringing them into the basket, THEN hanging them out. Lots and lots of clothes for our big family....for the record, I HATED washing and hanging out socks. When we had electricity(before I was 10)we used an electric wringer washer, so that was easier, but you really had to mind that wringer didn't get parts of you rolled into it...ouch! :eek:
 

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Bee, my grandma got her hand stuck in the wringer. Probably more than once.
I remember that old washer out in the back shed, where grandma did her laundry. She was using it still back in the late 50's early 60's. I had heard the stories and would stare at that thing with a kind of horrified awe. And that was when it wasn't being used!
 

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Bee, my grandma got her hand stuck in the wringer. Probably more than once.
I remember that old washer out in the back shed, where grandma did her laundry. She was using it still back in the late 50's early 60's. I had heard the stories and would stare at that thing with a kind of horrified awe. And that was when it wasn't being used!

I heard tell of ladies who got their boobs rolled through a wringer. Back in the day they couldn't always afford bras, so things hung down a little more in the way.

I must confess, I LOVE watching the clothes roll through that wringer...it's soothing to watch the water come pouring out and the clothes coming through smashed flat. Appeals to me for some reason.
 

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