Leave it to my washing machine to have a breakdown in a lockdown. For various reasons I didn’t via the landlord get a new machine until a few weeks ago, making in about 6-7 weeks of hand washing. With my 6-7 weeks experience of hand washing I’m sharing what I learnt manually washing clothes, towels and linen. Exciting huh?!
Washing machines revolutionised the world. They free up time. They do the dirty hard work. All you have to do is pop the load in the machine, press a few buttons, leave it to do it’s thing, you go do other stuff until it bleeps all done, either air dry every thing or tumble dry. Done. I line dry which requires:
Timing. I couldn’t wring all the water out. It’s physically impossible. Not even a washing machine can unless it tumble dries too. I had to check the weather a few days ahead to plan laundry days for drying on the balcony. Thankfully I have a bath and the washing rack fitted in the bath to catch the run off. However leaving like that overnight nothing dried. I could have put a towel underneath the rack and let it air dry in the living room, but that would result in parquet water damage. Thankfully there were only a couple of stormy days and I wasn’t wearing much. Clothes were on repeat in lockdown and it was mostly lounge clothes. No pretty outfits.
I already hand wash my bras so I thought I had how to hand wash down. Nope. You need buckets. A few buckets. I already had a bucket and salad spinner for help drying my bras (trust me. It’s a game changer!) but soon realised I need another. Thankfully my local big supermarket, the cleaning bucket isle wasn’t tapped off out of bounds. With 3 buckets, bowls I learnt:
You have to run an little bath with liquid (preferably environmentally friendly laundry detergent. I use magnesium balls (I use another brand) learning buying the gentlest for sensitive skin liquid detergent again is expensive) then add the clothes. Rather than dump them all in, each individual item you swish around a little, rub fabric together to start to lift dirt, repeat a few times like how a machine does. When all the items are in, swish them around some more. I found with towels I had, dump the water and start again with the detergent. One ‘wash’ wasn’t enough. I then left them overnight for the detergent to I dunno, lift anything else with enzymes. That was the easy part.
Rinsing is the harder part. I’m dreading the next water bill. Although it’ll be interesting to see if hand washing vs washing machine uses more water. To ensure all the detergent is removed you have to rinse, rinse, rinse baby. I found the easiest way again was individually as each item and type of fabric holds the detergent at different rates. Cotton Continue reading “What I Learnt Hand Washing For 6 Weeks”
It’s amazing the things you notice travelling outside your natural habitat. One thing that stood out for me on holiday earlier this year in California was the information signs.
Signs I’d seen a million times in photos and on TV in a pinch me moment I’m seeing in person. Universal information signs that need no words, but sometimes leave you guessing optical illusions or alternate different meanings. The for real am I here info signs? Or anywhere in the USA if you live outside of the USA. The psychology behind them. Knowing most people look down or only a little ahead walking. The grammar’s different too. I find the USA English uses a more formal language with signs than UK English making them seem at times a little old fashioned and proper.
One of my favourite signs that caught my eye were No Dumping signs next to road drains. I’m a sucker for animal designs so of course I noticed these. I think every town has a different design. I didn’t get all train spotting looking out for them. Just when I came across them.
San Francisco Continue reading “Nerdy Stuff You Notice Travelling. Information Signs California”
I ran my first obstacle race or OCR this year and my first ocr in over a year last month. If there’s 2 things I took away from it was 1, climbing gives you an edge in ocrs and 2, if you want something done, do it yourself as you’re the only one 99% of the time who’ll rescue you.
I didn’t train for this ocr, The Maori Race. Previously I’d upped my gym training which is a bit of everything: functional, all directions, HITT, bodyweight, kettlebells, dumbbells, suspension training, ‘animal’ movement and nearer the time working on my burpees. Everything but machines! I signed up last minute and I haven’t been up on my burpees either. Usually it’s 30 ‘Crossfit’ chest touches the floor burpees for every obstacle you can’t do. Most months they’re in my workouts, but only 3 x 10. Ever since I started indoor bouldering and climbing ocrs have kinda fallen by the wayside. Getting to the locations is another reason. I could hire a car, but the sign up fees seem to increase every year making it expensive. Knowing how tired I’ll be afterwards or injured like 2 years ago completing the course on a twisted ankle, I prefer not to drive myself there.
Basically all I did for training was my usual own workouts, Tone It Up Studio Tone Up workouts and climbing. I couldn’t believe the difference climbing made! The last ocr I did was the same course and I had noticed a difference last year from climbing. This year I was amazed Continue reading “How Climbing Helps Me Run Obstacle Races Stronger And Confident”
Swan’s aren’t the only ugly ducklings. Flamingo chicks after their cute baby chick white plumage turns grey are ugly duckling contenders. Once they hit teenage chicks months their beauty starts to shine. Grey slowly starts turning pink as they start feeding for themselves.
I always love watching baby flamingos grow up in just a few months at Barcelona Zoo. I just hope when they get rehomed, it’s a good place. Nesting started back in May and all are now in nursery or kindergarten. Some chicks only hatched last week. Maybe this was a space thing at the zoo or a hierarchy thing. It’s sweet how they’re being independent but still need Mama and Dad to feed them. Continue reading “Flamingo Chicks”
A few Saturdays ago I had some errands to run in El Borne, so I thought I’d take you along!
El Borne’s always changing. Every time I cycle or walk through El Borne, facades remain the same, interiors constantly changing. Always new cafes, ice cream palours, boutiques, bars popping up. I used to live in the area and while I don’t miss living in their, I still love cycling through or wandering down alleyways, peeking up at balconies, soaking in it’s charm. Sadly or maybe not Continue reading “El Borne Tales”