Advanced family use series

A while ago I was out at Box Hill for work. There are lots of $2 shops there and I found more variations on the clothes peg than I would ever want to buy. I chose these roosters from a series of different shaped pegs. Unlike other $2 shop pegs, these are not at all useless. In fact, as far as pegs go, they are nearly as good as the flash Italian ones. And as they look so nice on the line, they're always at the top of the peg bucket.

Sometimes when I'm hanging out the washing and I use one of the rooster pegs, I think of an old friend who's moved to the country. I haven't seen him for a while. He collects rooster themed objects and would probably enjoy these. He's also very pedantic about hanging out washing, and from memory about leaving the pegs on the line hanging from the large hole so that they can be slid along the line. That memory is so old, like about ten years. Why is stuff about how others hang their washing still in my head?

I also like the packaging. Maybe next time I'm at departmental headquarters, I'll seek some more out. My mum likes them too.

My original laundry

The house we live in is quite original. It comes with unrenovated bathroom, kitchen and laundry. Built in the 1930's. I wonder that the lady of the house didn't see an advertisment for one of these, sometime in the fifties.

The advertisement goes on to say, " A quick wipe around the gleaming surface of a stainless steel tub and you can see it's clean. How different from rough, worn, porous tubs!" Indeed. I can see the appeal. Yes, I can. Why would anyone want to have one of these? They need to be scrubbed out with bleach, regularly. Or they look like this.

The advertisement also talks about swishing your nylons around in your smooth Malleys tub. Nothing gets swished in this tub. Shudder. Next time, something pretty.

Moody pinks

I have my routine down pat. No matter what the weather, Monday is big nappy wash and the first half of my wash. I like to hang it all out myself so that it is sorted according to my particular pedantries. If G hangs out the nappies, I often find that he has used the side of the line I favour for my t-shirts. I take a weird joy in the random colour combinations of my t-shirts on the line. It's a highpoint of hard housework monday, I tell you.

The weather today has been hot and muggy. Early on, it threatened to rain but something told me that it would still be a good drying day. Sunshine, wind, cloud, heat, spots of rain. Strange light. We've had it all.

This afternoon I was at the feedstore ordering some pea straw and manure and was talking with the owners about the drought, my country cousins and what type of summer it's going to be. He thought it might not be that hot. I'm thinking that it mught be hot and wet. The kind where we have lots of storms right up to January. Lots of weird light and strange energy. So that's my bet and I'm putting it here so that if I'm right (and I'm so prepared to be wrong) that I can say, yes that's what I said back in November.

Tablecloths in the wind

I had lots of washing to do on Monday, what with flour dusted clothes, extra tableclothes and tea towells from the weekend barbeque. The weather changed. I had just taken in most of the washing and the wind was throwing the tablecloths around, snapping and pulling it into all sorts of shapes.

I like photographing washing in the wind. You never know what you might end up with.

Save sixpence

Look what I found in one of Gerard's rock mags. I'm wondering whether the OMO in the bag hanging from the bed post is an advertisement or some sort of camp accessory. Hmm. It's similar  packaging to this box but from the seventies rather than the fifties.

So I'm also thinking maybe there is some OMO symbolism that I'm just not clued into. Or maybe Elton John just thought it looked cool in the photo. Who knows? Oh and the missing letter from the writing at the top of the image is "p" as in George Harrison tried to help. And the caption to the photo reads, having a nice lie down in 1976, the year he revealed his bisexuality to Rolling Stone: "People burnt my records. But you know what? It was a very small price to pay."