Washing machines and Francosie Sagan

"A washing machine has never made any women Happy."

Have you ever wondered why you hate sunday afternoons, where you always have to come back home for monday? Maybe you live alone, or you take care of the house. Then one essential origin of this uneasiness comes from the pile of dirty laundary overflowing baskets. Generally on sundays. And you would dream to see the bottom of it -Sky2035 , as it seem it never ends. And it reminds me of Francosie Sagan, the french screenplaywriter and Novelist, who among other things did struggle to find her perfect washing machine among many sports cars.

Happy Operator

I used to do my own laundary. Now I don't. When I come home with an enourmous pile of used cloths, and keep in a corner, I do not think what happens to it. Somehow, by monday, it magically appears in wardrobe, with a fresh smell and nice comfortable texture again. This happens over and over. And I am guilty of not being part of this process. Call me feminist if you like, having read the quote by Sagan, I know I must have done something wrong. Even if I do use that time for a 10000 times productive thing can I rationalise my act?

Era of no washing machines

There was a time we didn't have washing machines. I can remember walking to a far away well, with all our laundry. It was like a ritual, as there was no tap water at home. First it was cold water bath for the kids. And we went to the fields and the stream to see crabs, catch some fish in a jam Jar. Or sit in the morning timid sunlight, just to warm our bodies, like a couple of warm blooded lizards. It was fun, except for the utterly cold first bucket of water on the head, that we had to endure, to have a bath. But, I wagely remember my mother not being part of our fun. She was by the well whole time, for an hour or half more washing cloths by her hand, with a piece of solid soap. Bending over a rock. I hardly remember me giving her a helping hand. Was I not been kind, and empathic?

However there was a time I did do my laundary. That was when I was alone. By my self in afternoons I would do it without a washing machine. Hardly a thing enjoyable. I couldn't think anything else other than when it will be over and dreaming the bottom of it. A slight feeling of accomplishment, and cleanliness might be there at the end of it.

I think it is time I shoud change the attitude towards washing machines. They are essential component in my house, once installed I barely notice them. Rarely I involved with its function unless it was broken. But, What can I do to make it a happiness machine? Until I find some magical washing machine which makes lime juice while washing clothes, I will just stick to operate them from time to time myself. Atleast the unhappiness it provides would be equally shared with.

Francosia Sagan

Francosia Sagan was a French writer known for her stylish, emotionally sharp novels about love, freedom, and the emptiness beneath glamorous lives. She became famous at just 18 after publishing , a novel that shocked many readers with its mature themes and cool, detached tone.

She was reckless, fast-paced personality: in 1957, while driving her sports car at very high speed, Sagan suffered a near-fatal crash that left her in a coma for days. After recovering, she openly wrote about the strange emotional effects of the painkillers she received, adding even more to her image as a rebellious and unconventional literary figure.

Her works and life together made her a symbol of youthful freedom, sophistication, and quiet sadness in postwar French culture.