give it a rest

I'm all for taking good care of my clothes and I take washing (but NOT ironing) pretty seriously. I don't have an extensive collection of clothing, a lot of what I own I've scoured from op shops or garage sales. I purchase some new good quality items once in a while and I always launder them carefully. A bit of gentle bucket hand washing never hurt anyone I say. I find it strangely satisfying!

Being the environmentally conscious gal that I am, I want my clothes to see the distance. To assist this I follow all the generally known rules like "the colour rule" (although it should really be a law): wash whites and colours separately, the fade rule: darks inside out so when they are on the line they don't fade, oh and the zip /button one: always zip the zippers and button the buttons so the garment doesn't stretch or catch on other clothing etc. 

BUT...just this week I learnt a new rule and I have to share! Are you ready?

Let your bra rest between wears!!! 

I'm not cuckoo. Hear me out.

Apparently one should never wear their brasierre two days in a row. Did you know that?? I certainly didn't (remember I am living on an island). You see, the clothing laundry experts, whoever they are, say after you wear your bra for one day, you should let it rest for at least 24 hours before you wear it again. This is so the elastic has a chance to spring back to it's original state! Huh. Well I'll be. Did your Nanna ever tell you that?

So no more wearing the same bra two days in a row ladies. And I confess, there have been times when I've don that over-the-shoulder-you-know-what THREE DAYS IN A ROW. But rest assured (no pun intended) my bras are now being afforded the proper respect they deserve. Yes, my bras are resting! And you need to make sure yours does too. OK. 

I promise your bra's will stay in shape much longer and that will save you some dosh. I don't know about you, but I hate bra shopping! I usually wear them until they're thread bare. When they finally fall apart in my hands, I drag my sorry self to the bra section, cajole myself through the hunt for the right size, shape and style and shuffle myself to the change room to wrestle into the stiff, immalleable, starched unfriendly strangling device to investigate its suitability. And don't get me started on those wretched coat hangers - that tangled chaotic mess almost has me running for the shoe section (and I enjoy shoe shopping even less than bra shopping). Sheesh, bra shopping! It's a minefield out there. Maybe I'll let my bra's rest for 48 hours to be sure they last even longer!

NB. I hope you are thankful I didn't inflict you with a photo of my bra! I did consider it. That card by the way, I think it's the funniest card I've ever been given - I giggle every time I look at it.