I’m big about washing my face before I go to bed, washing it when I wake up in the morning, getting good sleep and drinking a lot of water. Those are just easy things that you can do for your skin.
After shows my face feels dirty with makeup and sweat, especially in the smaller venues, so it feels good to get back to the bus and smooth it away. Sometimes you need something alcohol-based, especially on tour when you don’t always get a chance to keep washing your face all the time.
I wash my hair maybe once every four or five months. But whenever I touch my hair, I wash my hands. I think since I wash my hands a lot and then touch my hair, maybe I’m washing my hair each time. But also, I sweat a lot, and sweat is like a natural shower built into your body.
If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I’d hear a loud ‘A-hem!’ from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.
During the lockdown, I remain busy in household chores. Since there are no domestic helps, we have to everything from sweeping to mopping and washing utensils on our own.
When I was 13, I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in a grocery store deli. And then I got a job in a factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground.
I mix various oils, heat it and apply it on my hair. After washing, my hair feels and looks amazing.
I try to be very cautious when washing my face.
I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.
I do ironing not only for myself but for everyone at home, everyone in the studio if they want it, and if I run out of ironing to do, I put everything back in the washing machine and get it out again clean so I have some ironing to do.
It takes me so long to take care of my skin at night! My friends will call me, and I’ll be like, ‘I’m washing my face.’ They’ll ask me 30 minutes later what I’m doing and I’m like, ‘I’m still washing my face!’ I use makeup wipes every night – I always like to try different ones, but I really like Aveeno’s.
In a way it was like washing your laundry in public and, yep, there you go, you’ve seen my underwear. And now I feel like there’s nothing left, you’ve seen it all and I can get on.
What was very interesting to me about Clementine Hunter’s work is that she couldn’t read or write, and she has recorded history of the plantation life and the southern part of the U.S. – the cotton harvests, pecan picking, washing clothes, funerals, marriages – in pictures.
Hair is an issue for most women, and after washing, blow-drying, flat-ironing, curling, braiding, twisting and spending the time and money on it, who wants to mess it up by sweating and having to do it all over again?
I’m made to ride a bike, not do washing.
I don’t care how late it is, I will not go to sleep without washing my face.
I’ve worked everywhere. I worked in a warehouse packing surf supplies, a restaurant washing dishes, in retail, and I was a ‘sandwich artist’ at Subway.
Myself and my two younger sisters and brother were paid for any chores, whether it was washing pop’s car, sweeping the lawn or picking mangoes.
For like a year, even after I retired, my ear would just bleed. There was just some scar tissue on it that tore open so many times that it just started bleeding all the time. It’s rough on the wife, she has to keep washing the sheets again and again.
The whole dream of having your own place is great, but the reality is having to cook and clean yourself and do the washing and make sure there’s milk in the fridge. But you have to grow up some time.
You wash your hands when you shake a bunch of hands. You have to wash your energy when you’re around people. It’s hard for me to say self-care is washing, although I think it is. So I made music for self-care. That’s what it’s for.
When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there’s light pollution and fog, and I couldn’t see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.
There’s nothing like not washing your teeth or washing your face or brushing your teeth in the morning.
Boarding school forces you to grow. You have to wake up at a certain time, you have to study, wash your own clothes. We used to play rugby in whites. Can you imagine washing that? And it has to be white. If it was not white, you got punished.
My first job was washing dishes in the basement of a nursing home for $2.10 an hour, and I learned as much about the value of hard work there as I ever did later.
I grew up during the war years in a tiny cottage with no electricity. Water for washing was pumped from a pond. My brother and I had to fetch drinking water from a tap at the end of the lane, and light was from candles, paraffin lamps, and our nightly log fire.
If I wasn’t writing poems I’d be washing my hands all the time.
Welsh rugby has done its dirty washing in public. It’s nothing new. We’re a tribal bunch. If warring parties want to sway public opinion, they do it in the public arena.
I used to go with my dad to wash windows at a grocery store on Sunday nights when it was closed because they didn’t want anyone to be washing the windows when it was open.
As a student of Alice Waters, the patron saint of salad, I’m no stranger to the art of lettuce washing.
I worked in a coffee shop called Buzz Cafe in Oak Park. I started when I was 14 or 15, washing dishes, and then I became a barista and sometimes waited tables. It was an artsy scene.
I’ve had a lot of luck. If I didn’t I’d be washing bottles in Russia.
Normal is nothing more than a cycle on a washing machine.
I never leave the house without washing my hair – that’s number one!
My writing process is a mix of research, personal experiences, washing the dishes, raising kids while thinking – then writing.
I’m very lazy when it comes to taking care of my underwear. I should hand wash it all, but I can’t be bothered. So instead, I keep ruining stuff by putting it in the washing machine.
I started life washing cars in Canada before moving on to selling life insurance and vacuum cleaners. Later, I went through a programme by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, which literally changed my life. It was the turning point.
I started singing in coffeehouses when I was still in high school, in Santa Barbara. I took a job washing dishes and busing tables in the coffeehouse, so I could be there, and would beg permission to sing harmony with the guy who was singing onstage. That was the first time I ever got on a stage in front of people.
My kitchen has a wood-burning oven, a large worktable, and windows all around, including one above the sink. I think whoever is washing the dishes needs to have a lot of beauty around.
My washing machine overwhelms me with its options and its sophistication.
I’m a hygiene freak. I’m like obsessive-compulsive when it comes to washing your hands.
Buying phosphate-free soap allows you to say, ‘My detergent doesn’t have the harsh chemicals others do.’ The question is, how are you washing with it? The very worst thing for the Earth about detergent is that we heat water to use it.
I’m a visual thinker. Research tells us that only 20 per cent of people think visually. So what about the other 80 per cent? Don’t they think in pictures? I mean if you imagine washing and preparing potatoes you visualise the process, right?
I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
Many of my memories of my mum are of her in the bath with a book, utilising her limited spare time by simultaneously washing and studying. She left school with no qualifications and now has a PhD. If I seem like I am bragging about this, I am.
Washing dishes as a 17-year-old in an Oxford college and seeing the privileged lifestyles of the undergraduates there convinced me that a system that allowed luxury for the few at the expense of the many needed to be challenged.
My grandmother has strongly influenced my approach to beauty. She has always cared for her skin by cleansing and washing her face with warm water in the morning. At all times, she has lipstick on and her face is immaculately powdered – she follows the same routine to this day and looks great at 94.
Women basically want the same thing – a good passionate story, a great fantasy – and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Vacuuming is great. I do the laundry. I love washing machines. I’m the maid in my house.
Bringing my two children up while writing was just a part of life. I’d much rather have had their interruptions than been stuck in a sterile office. This way, I had welcome distractions. I had to load the washing machine, I had to go out and buy lemons.
My appearance when I show up at the salon after washing my hair and going to bed the night before is my true self.
My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.
When I was a little, little kid, my family got a new washing machine, and they had a big box that was left over. So I cut a big hole in the box, and I made it like a giant TV set. I brought it into the living room, and I did the news and the weather for my family.
