I hang laundry while standing on the bench so I can reach the line. I feel a bit rebellious since someone once told me I should be careful.
I admit that I do have a preference for using the same colour pegs for each item — I even back-track and change the pegged colour if I’ve messed up. I also choose the peg colours to suit the colour of the item I’m hanging. Where does that come from? And why?
It’s very comforting to hang according to some order/some personal rules, whatever they may be.
I choose to put the heavier items first because they take longer to dry. I hang pants from the cuff, not from the waist which is often too thick for the pegs. I like to hang shirts and t-shirts across the middle of the torso so they leave less evidence of being captured by the pegs. I like to avoid ironing.
I hang towels and tea towels, etc. over the deck railing so there are no creases or peg marks, and to free-up space on the line.
When it’s time to bring them in, I have an obsession with tri-folded towels, tea towels and napkins.
I LOVE the smell.
I LOVE the colours.
When I take the pegs off the line, I just drop them into the bucket — sometimes they bounce out.
This post was inspired by I-know-not-what, but, … I’m back!
Actually, there are quite a number of rounded bellies in my yard, leading me to worry. Where will all this snow go? There is only so much that sublimation can take care of, right? How much will be left to melt in the spring? And where will the melt water go?
I’m guessing that if we get a lot of sun and wind, and the weather stays cold, then a lot of this snow will disappear before we get to the melting stage. Hmmm. Does anyone know? Google, here I come.
And, every summer, when I spend a week with my five sisters and their hubbies, I hear many variations of the same surprised reactions. And the reason is simple: I think for myself, and once I reach my conclusions, I act on my beliefs — no matter how unconventional. Unfortunately for my brothers-in-law, I also share most of these ideas with my more adventurous sisters. 😉 Some of the men call me a witch; they blame me for getting their wives into things they consider “weird.”
The insomnia of the wee hours in the dark can trigger such ambitious and lofty plans! And, when we’re lucky, these moments trigger an amazing clarity of purpose and even a detailed visualization on the procedure required.
My inner child delights in these illustrations, so this Audities’ Cards for Children gallery is not playing hide and seek – it is growing. Why don’t you stop by and have a look? And then tell me which one speaks to your childhood memories.
This afternoon, after playing three hours of volleyball, I and 10 other players spent a lovely few hours together in the home of our friend, Darlene. She had kindly offered to host the get-together so that Audities’ Cards could exhibit their collection. While nibbling on the generously provided delectables, the girls had a relaxing time chit-chatting and shopping from the hundred or so selections of greeting cards. What a delightful time we had.
Thank you, Darlene, and thank you, friends.
I’ve been thinking that with Kevin Spacey’s series being cancelled, perhaps we could call this kind of get-together a “House of Cards Party.”
Perhaps you too would be interested in hosting such a gathering?
Yes, I had to extend my patience to capture these Painted Ladies! A tripod and remote shutter-release were mostly useless with these fluttering beauties. The colours were worthy of my efforts even though the sharpness was compromised.
Although I am not a painter, I feel inspired by the life of this woman.
Born in 1755, I would guess this prolific artist must have been quite happy and fulfilled — she painted 660 portraits and 200 landscapes in her lifetime, and died just before her 87th birthday. Perhaps it was the exposure to intrigue and nobility. Alas, I don’t have much of that in my life.