Shopping

We're going to be moving back into our newly remodeled house soon. This means I have to buy a new clothes line. The old clothes line went the way of the dilapidated deck to which it was strung. I have a new space, outside the garage and nearer to the washer, and I also have a dedicated laundry room now!













This website, The Clothesline Shop, has many interesting items and good pictures. I had no idea, and I am in complete laundry heaven. The only question for me is, how much space do I have? I really like the indoor models, too, retractable and hidden. What fun.

This is what I really wish we could have: a field of laundry.

Long Time No Blog: Was Waiting for the Perfect Story

YSaC, Vol. 375: The starch helps you stay up.

So, I've been absent, it's true. Now I'm back. I love this story about somebody who doesn't know what an ironing board is. Check it out. The photo of the beautiful colored ironing board covers is the best part.

Laundry Color Therapy

I've got four new photos today. First, a photo my friend Michelle forwarded to me from her friend Xiena. I think it's in Venice. I want to know why all the sheets are the same (incredible) colors. I'm imagining a Buddhist boarding house?

The next two pictures are from my friend Carolina's art collection -- scarves and pillows with her amazing vibrant colors painted on silk. She says you can wash them by hand in cold water, line dry and cool iron. Sounds like laundry to me.

Finally, a picture of dirty laundry being created. An amazing catch in center field, and an amazing legacy of dirt and grass stains to prove it. That boy of mine is now 13, and I have a feeling I'm in for a lot more dirty laundry before he and I are through.

New Laundry Room

I think this is cheating, technically, but here's a photo of my new laundry room -- almost.

Clothes Pins, Icicles, and Eavan Boland

So much is going on -- I think I'm going to keep this blog as a way to think about laundry and domestic work, but I'm going to move the stuff about my thesis (Eavan Bloand and domestic imagery in her poems) to my poetry blog. Too much to keep track of in different places.

But, so you don't feel bad, here's a new laundry photo from Spring Break. I left my clothes line up under our house in Alpine Meadows last fall and it seems the icicles have found it. Lovely and cold. And another photo of how neatly teenagers can hang up their wet snow clothes when they have listened to their mother harping about it for enough years.

Laundry as Loss Consultant

I'm doing laundry in my little rental house now, as a way to relieve the stress of moving, of dust, of January, of everything. Here's some ways that laundry can soothe the sould.

The next photo is a still life I call "Laundry and Bike" -- I think it's Mathew's. (His name really only has one "t") The globe is important, too, because you never know when you'll need one. I think today's blogging is getting out of control, and the dryer is beeping. I do put some things in the dryer -- for a little while.

Grammy Darning

It's been a long time. I'm still struggling with the thesis plans. Lots happening. Sore neck and shoulder. But this is a great photo, and I wanted to start back into blogging with something wonderful.

Can you imagine all those socks getting a new life at the nimble fingers of my grandmother?

I still do mending for my family, but holey socks go in the trash. At least Jackson's cotton ones. I guess I might darn a nice wool sock.