My DM was a housewife in the UK from the 1950s.
She did a superficial clean of every room every day, using a duster and a Ewbank carpet sweeper. We did have a Hoover, but she refused to use it, saying it was too heavy, so my DF would occasionally Hoover all through. She then deep cleaned one room every week in rotation, so yes, our house was clean and presentable.
Monday was washing day, in a single tub washing machine with a mangle. Eventually, she got a separate spin dryer, but when that broke in the 1970s, she went back to the mangle. The washing machine was never used on any other day. If anything needed washed, it was done by hand on a daily basis.
Tuesday was ironing day and it was very rare that the ironing board came out on any other day.
We had a fridge from the mid 1950s, but she still shopped every day, but there was a full range of shops at the bottom of the road. We only lived about three miles from the city centre, but we only got on the bus and went to town twice a year, for new shoes and school uniform. Everything else was made at home or bought locally. In the 1979s, they tried going to Tesco once a week, but it didn't really work for them and to the end of her long life, my DM went to the shops pretty much every day.
As a tween, my wardrobe consisted basically of my school uniform, including a gabardine mac, one best dress, clothes to play out in. These were a pair of jeans, a pair of shorts and a couple of T shirts. I also had a nightie, a dressing gown and three pairs each of socks and pants. That was it.
My mum's wardrobe was pretty much the same. One set of clothes for mornings, one set for afternoons, one set for best and so on, rotated, so that this year's best would become next year's afternoons and so on. Morning clothes, when finished with, would be repurposed or made into peg rugs.
My Dad had more clothes, because he had suits for work and had to wear a clean shirt every day in the week. When his suits were no longer 'good' enough for work, he passed them on to our next door neighbour, who did a manual job and got several years more wear out of them.
In the through lounge of our modern bungalow, there was a three piece suite, a table and chairs and some book shelves in the alcove next to the chimney breast. The carpet was just a square, with Lino round the edges. In my bedroom, I had my bed, a bookcase and a chest of drawers. I was 13 before I got a wardrobe and dressing table.
My DM meal planned, but only once. Ever after we had the same meals every week with no deviation apart from the purchase of a chicken at Easter and at Christmas when the shops were closed.
My DPs did eventually move with the times. In the 1980s, they bought a television, but only because they could no longer rent a black and white one from Radio Rentals. However, they never replaced the gas cooker they bought in 1953. It was converted to natural gas in the 1960s and kept going until 986, when my DPs moved into an all electric sheltered flat.
Very different times.