rough-dry

American  

[ruhf-drahy] / ˈrʌfˈdraɪ /

Or roughdry

verb (used with object)

rough-dried, rough-drying

1. to dry (laundry) after washing, without smoothing, ironing, etc.

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adjective

1. (of laundered clothes, sheets, etc.) dried but not ironed.

rough-dry British  

adjective

1. (of clothes or linen) dried ready for pressing

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verb

1. (tr) to dry (clothes or linen) without smoothing or pressing

Etymology

Origin of rough-dry

First recorded in 1830–40

Example Sentences

See Examples For:

rough-dry rough-dried

A sideboard spread in pressed glass; a chest of drawers piled high with rough-dry family wash; a coal-range, and the smell and sound of simmering.

From Humoresque A Laugh on Life with a Tear Behind It by Hurst, Fannie

She insisted on having every piece that moment—clean or dirty, ironed or rough-dry.

From L'Assommoir by Zola, Émile

It is advisable, too, to put not-to-be-used damask away rough-dry, otherwise it may crack, in the folds.

From The Complete Home by Laughlin, Clara E. (Clara Elizabeth)

So she had determined to use her bed-linen and underclothing rough-dry.

From The Secret of a Happy Home (1896) by Harland, Marion

Pushing her aside, he seized the iron and ran it in a few hasty strokes over the rough-dry garment which she had spread on the board.

From The Deliverance; a romance of the Virginia tobacco fields by Glasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson

The process of being washed in the night air, and rough-dried in a closet, is as dangerous as it is peculiar.

From The Pickwick Papers by Dickens, Charles

Mr. Seeders was thin and had light hair, and appeared to have been recently rough-dried and starched.

From The Four Million by Henry, O.

What is this limp, discolored rag which returns to me iron-moulded, blued until it is nearly black, rough-dried, starched in patches, with the fringe of red earth only more firmly fixed than before?

From Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 17, No. 102, June, 1876 by Various

Kirkwood's clothing, now rough-dried and warped wretchedly out of shape, had been thrown carelessly on a transom near the door.

From The Black Bag by Vance, Louis Joseph

Barbara was thinking of two things,—how long he had been there, and what in the world she had said besides what she remembered; and—how she should get off her rough-dried apron.

From We Girls: a Home Story by Whitney, A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train)