22 October 2012

the slattern's washday bunting


For one reason or another misty days in London make you feel like you are in the countryside.  The harsh lines of buildings and bricks are blurred and there is that sweet scent of damp leaves in the street.  In the garden, trees drip softly onto the paving and the cats are all disgruntlement.


That was the weather today in London, except for a very short interlude when there was a subtle change in the light and the whole garden glittered with droplets of water, especially on the clothes pegs.


Now I must admit to feeling somewhat slatternly about leaving my clothes pegs on the line because, according to my friend's mother, they get dirty and soil the clean washing.  She's right I suppose.


Such a pity she never gets to enjoy their jaunty, tipsy cheeriness when it's too wet to hang out the washing.

7 comments:

rachel said...

I don't leave my pegs out either, but I do love the droplets on the (plastic) line.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Wooden clothes pegs get sodden and grungey , but yours look very cheery .
In any case ,I must confess that I don't boil everything to sparkling white every Monday anyway . Does anyone any more ?

Rattling On said...

Yes, I boil my whites! And keep the pegs indoors, and wipe the line each time before pegging out...

Lucille said...

Mine stay out! But sometimes I am smitten with Good Housewifliness and bring them all in for washing.

menopausalmusing said...

Mine are out permanently and my mother is probably turning in her grave as I write....

Annie @ knitsofacto said...

Now that's my kind of bunting, I don't so much go for the textile sort!

Liz said...

Yep, mine are outside at the moment, in one of those fancy tin bucket thingies. Which is rusting nicely, no doubt.