My mother never had a dishwasher. It was always the question of who would wash or dry. Best conversations during the process though. I treat my dishwasher with great respect. I know what it means not to have the privilege of owning one although the intimacy sink side no longer exists...
Once upon a time I had twins & used washable nappies for a year ... Nowadays it's a GIGANTIC effort just to read the instructions of an appliance ( & thus get the best use of it ), rather than filling it up, banging it shut & switching it on. And yes, those washing/drying chatty moments. Long gone I fear
My mother never had a dishwasher. It was always the question of who would wash or dry. Best conversations during the process though. I treat my dishwasher with great respect. I know what it means not to have the privilege of owning one although the intimacy sink side no longer exists...
Once upon a time I had twins & used washable nappies for a year ... Nowadays it's a GIGANTIC effort just to read the instructions of an appliance ( & thus get the best use of it ), rather than filling it up, banging it shut & switching it on. And yes, those washing/drying chatty moments. Long gone I fear
Me too!