Shelves or hangars?
I’ve long since come to the conclusion that clothes travel better on shelves and for several reasons. It seems that often the wardrobes aren’t deep enough for hangars to fit without hanging on an angle. Wardrobes are often narrow so you may only be able to fit half a dozen hangars any way so the bulk of your clothing ends up riding around in a pile at the bottom of the wardrobe. Of course this then causes the hanging clothes to bunch up at the bottom thus destroying any advantage of hanging anyway.
When hanging rails are replaced with shelves you can store a lot more and for those of you who are like myself and insist on orderliness at all times even in the desert, well you can sort your clothes by shelf into any OCD pattern that you prefer. By colour, by lightweight to heavy, T shirts down to jumpers. Or never worn, worn once, and ‘OMG’ that’s definitely going in the wash after the next wear!
Ironing by hand
Once you’ve been on the road for a few weeks you will probably be overcome with a feeling of ‘oh what the heck nobody knows us anyway’. This is where ‘hand ironing’ becomes important.
Lay the freshly laundered item of clothing on the bed and smooth it out with your hands. Fold the item and quickly shove it in the cupboard. If when you’ve worn the aforesaid item for more than 5 minutes and the crinkles haven’t dropped out, leave the garment at home next time. It doesn’t deserve to go on a holiday.
Don’t get me going on this one. I’ve seen women arrive at the very first stopover of their winter trip, put on the washing machine then promptly fill the campground clothes line completely with clothes. What I’d like to know is where did all these soiled clothes come from? Did they just throw a couple of baskets of dirty clothes into the van as they were hugging the grandkids goodbye?
That issue aside, we don’t have an onboard washing machine and I’d prefer not to have one on this van for two reasons:
Frankly there’s not enough room in the bathroom and I’d prefer not to be jammed up against a washing machine when sitting on the toilet. The steel is cold.
On our very first trip away Woody volunteered to do the washing in the camp laundry and I took this to mean that he was volunteering for all time. Strangely he doesn’t see it quite this way.