Not even a day.
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Not even a day.
Laundry is done here once a week.
Whenever my hamper gets full, my mom comes and picks it up and does laundry for me. Right now she has no job, so she usually just runs around making the house spotless. I have enough clothes to survive me a couple of months :s I have tons of clothes, I love going shopping.
Usually every two weeks or when I run out of clean socks and underwear.
I have enough clothes to last just over a week and that's with re-wearing my jeans, so once every week or so.
...I want more clothes. :kaocry:
Whenever I can get near the washing machine. They were all over my floor yesterday, now they're all pilled over my R2-D2.
For the record I haven't washed my clothes in about 5 months. that pile is about half of my clothes xD
I keep my room Spik-un-Spam most of the time, my laudry basket is rarely empty though, so all my clothes are in there....
I do my laundry when my laundry basket is full.
Week or so. Dunno how you people can survive months. If I had a month's worth of clothes (since I tend to wear something different everyday) it'd take me a whole weekend just to do laundry x_x
It takes me longer than a whole weekend to do mine. I normally take about five days to get all mine done. But thats because I don't use a tumble dryer, and I don't want loads of wet washing hanging around the house.
Your query poses an interesting question in and of itself. Can any article of clothing ever truly be "clean"? If our understanding of microbiology is at all up to snuff the answer is a resounding "no." But why, then, do we continue the charade of "washing" our clothes when we know that it is quite impossible for them to ever achieve their original state of cleanliness? Is our desire to return to an Eden-like innocence so strong that we extend that same desire to our material possessions in an attempt to compensate for our own insecurities? Do we ever truly feel satisfied by this cleaning process if we know that it is a logical fallacy to presume the clothes to be "pure" once we have dumped them, some water, and some detergent into a giant reverberating death trap and cranked the knob up to "Light Load"? Will we ever find the solace that the return to pure, infinite nothingness can bring us if we are trapped in a perpetual cycle of fabric softener? Will we forever be doomed to an eternity of hampers, baskets, and annoying maternal units screaming that our boxer shorts have multiplied and have achieved a hive-like state of civilization? I would certainly hope not.
To answer your question, my mother tries to get us to clean every week or two. My high school has a dress code, so we at least clean my school uniform every week so that I don't arrive Monday morning on Baylor School's prestigious campus in just my skivvies, an action I daresay would not go over well with my poor, beleaguered headmaster (bless his rapidly balding head).
I would reply to the above large paragraph but, that involves readin. I live in america and unless there's a movie about it, I really don't care. :D
Whenever my mom stops being lazy and takes the hamper. Usually once a month. It sucks. I know I could just do it myself, but like I know how to use a washimg machine/dryer.
my wardrobe basically consists of 13 black t shirts, 2 black v necks, 1 navy vneck... 1 pair of slacks and 2 pairs of grey jeans... so I can't last more than a week or so without washing something...