A Pot of Tea - and a Stamp!

Savvy_Sue

Apparently you're supposed to wash synthetic fabrics in a Guppy Friend Bag. I'll let you all google it, but apparently they trap the microfibres inside the bag.

Then you just need to train yourself NOT to clear all the muck which accumulates out and rinse your fingers under the tap ...

GreyQueen wrote: »

Ohh, that takes me back. Brushed nylon nighties and nylon sheets. If you undressed in the dark, the static electricity was sparkling blue and crackled.

My biggest complaint about brushed nylon was that every single slightly rough nail would catch on it, and then I'd have to bite it. I swear I bit my nails for far longer than I would have done had we not been in brushed nylon nightwear, on brushed nylon sheets.

PollyWollyDoodle

Thanks for the tip about the GuppyFriend Bag ... but £25 ... it won't be appearing Chez Doodle any time soon.



I well remember the liberation of 'continental quilts' after growing up with blankets, although I don't think you can ever 'tuck someone in' under a duvet in the same way as I remember being tucked into bed!



In about 1970 (I guess) I had a new outfit for Christmas - this was something very rare and special, as most of my clothes were handmade. I seem to recall an orange Crimplene tunic, with beige Crimplene slacks to be worn underneath (my friend had the tunic and wore it as a dress, but my mother deemed it Too Short). It's a wonder I didn't spontaneously combust!

JIL

My friend at school always seemed to have more than me whenever were teenagers. I know now that my mother just did not like spending money if she didn't have to. We did not have takeaway very often, if we did the children would get chips, possibly a fishcake. The adults would have fish. The parents would go to the pub most days and they were also smokers. But things to make our home more comfortable were not considered. Bath once a week, with soap. Shampoo was considered extravagant. Couldn't even use washing up liquid as soap powder was used for the dishes!
Anyway I was so envious of my friends continental quilt, valanced bottom sheet and matching cover and pillowcases that I asked for them for Christmas. I think I was trying my best to turn my room into somewhere nice. Unfortunately they were nylon and the first time I got into bed I screamed as the sparks flew!
I also remember the hours we spent on holiday, in a crowd listening to the man sell bundles of towels from the back of his lorry. We always came back from holiday with very bright, cheap towels.

Hopeless_Case

GreyQueen wrote: »

Ohh, that takes me back. Brushed nylon nighties and nylon sheets. If you undressed in the dark, the static electricity was sparkling blue and crackled.


Ohh yes, the 1970s - those were the daze - not!

I'd forgotten that, me and my sister making blue static crackles out of our nighties - hours of fun, who needs smartphones and tablets :rotfl:

maman

Savvy_Sue wrote: »

My biggest complaint about brushed nylon was that every single slightly rough nail would catch on it, and then I'd have to bite it. I swear I bit my nails for far longer than I would have done had we not been in brushed nylon nightwear, on brushed nylon sheets.

Talking of things catching, reminds me of those gondola baskets that caught on your clothes, especially tights.





There's been a fashion for straw beach bags this summer. Although they're smart to look at I don't want them catching my clothes.

Farway

LameWolf wrote: »

Nowadays, being retired, he lives in jeans and t-shirts; I've offered to iron the t-shirts, but he just wears them un-ironed.

A clean but crumpled t shirt man after my own heart:beer:

Hopeless_Case

Farway wrote: »

A clean but crumpled t shirt man after my own heart:beer:

Sounds perfect

monnagran

I remember the gondola basket well. It was the same era as pointed toe stillettos. I had both and thought I was the bee's knees, well the bee's ankles at least. My hair was back-combed but nothing approaching a bee hive. Having just started teaching I just knew my headmistress would not have approved.

GreyQueen

Oooh, I've just learned what that shape of basket is called, only about 50 years after I owned a child-size version of same. Happy memories. I nearly bought a full-size one at a bootsale the other day but it was badly damaged, I think an intact example would still tempt me.....

Savvy_Sue

GreyQueen wrote: »

Oooh, I've just learned what that shape of basket is called, only about 50 years after I owned a child-size version of same. Happy memories. I nearly bought a full-size one at a bootsale the other day but it was badly damaged, I think an intact example would still tempt me.....

You may find that you could find a class where you could learn to make your own! I've come across two examples recently, one in Berkshire and one in Somerset. I had a go at willow weaving myself in Somerset: my magic wand was passable, but my humming bird never quite came together ...