tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63960296243496081862026-09-26T05:19:00.009+10:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-25578224500576020992014-11-25T14:09:00.002+11:002014-11-25T14:10:39.437+11:00

A woman has been rescued from a three metre deep sinkhole that opened up in her backyard in Melbourne while she was hanging out her washing. The Springvale resident was forced to swim and float in water at the bottom of the sinkhole for about half an hour, until her cries for help attracted the attention of neighbours. An Ambulance Victoria spokesman said the woman was hanging up washing in

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-39203340227525917292013-06-25T18:00:00.004+10:002013-06-25T18:00:53.387+10:00

Yech. I'd much prefer to see our Prime Minister, Julia Gillard knitting.

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Can I say whatever I want here, because not many people read it? Probably not because I am not totally sure who does read it. I reasonably am sure there is someone reading other than the Chinese spammers telling me what a great blog I have because they checked on google, oh and that I should be happy and make lots of money and click on this link. I wish it were that simple.. Source:

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Oh. I'd kill for a drink tonight. Well not quite but I did Facebook G with the thought that if we'd gone to the supermarket on the way home this evening we could have had both alcohol and chocolate. I've seen him prowling for chocolate so I know I am right. This woman looks like she knows she is right. The whole idea of wearing not only a laundry powder box with a hole cut

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-39989526234466945392013-05-16T13:00:00.000+10:002013-06-26T09:28:06.472+10:00

I like how I find washing images on Pinterest now. It seems to be a theme with some people and just by following a few, these images pop into my stream. This one immediately caught my eye and I thought of a BBQ at a friend's place and off her daughter perched right on top of the hills hoist as the light faded from the sky and the adults sipped wine and beer. They even had a swing chair

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The email from the hotel invited patrons to ‘Give the wife, girlfriend or partner a rest tomorrow night, because the Carlton Draught girls will be in to do your laundry (well your ironing anyway)’. From here. Suprise, suprise the promotion didn't go down too well on social media. It's really pretty icky if you think about it, not only the presumption that it is "the" wife, girlfriend or

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-20402647352141623172012-10-24T18:49:00.003+11:002012-10-24T18:50:31.412+11:00

Cruising around Pinterest, I found this page  which all sorts of interesting wash day information but most fascinating of all, it led to this video, The Victorian Wash House. It doesn't even look that long ago. Imagine lighting a fire a special construction in the corner of your scullery to boil the water to do your washing. A Wash House must have seemed like a great thing indeed.

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Hmmm. I never did like Monday all that much. It's not washing day here, it's ironing day and I normally leave it until the absolute last minute. Just so I can sabotage the last chance of a relaxing evening in front of the telly. Still, technology and housework, it's a winner. Source: flickr.com via Janet on Pinterest

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Gerard said that I should post Bob Dylan and the Band's clothes line saga here on Mrs Washalot so I went on youtube looking for the orginal, which I didn't find. But I found this cover which is also full of lots of rotary clothes line imagery. And a kind of slow and beautiful drudgery, which fits. The lyrics read like a suburban novel where not much happens, except that there are big

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When I went out to buy a drying rack, the first winter of living here, G said buy a good strong one and I did. It also rattles and shakes and bangs around as you put it out and apparently after three years some of the screws have come a bit loose. Nonetheless it is a pretty good drying rack. Our house is so tiny that there is really only one place that it can sit. Next to my chair in

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I've just discovered a whole cache of laundry photos on Pinterest and Tumblr. Leading to more sources on google images. Down the rabbit warren I went. Some of my discoveries now seem pretty obvious. Like these pinups, because well, ironing in high heels is just so hot. And I imagine any sort of housework being done by a woman is just a natural pinup prop, has been for ages and will be for

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-58351017569440258122012-07-06T17:14:00.002+10:002012-07-06T17:15:18.519+10:00

The flickr caption reads, "scanned from The Universal Book of Hobbies and Handicrafts. 1935." I love these old caravans and somehow now they seem impossibly glamorous and cute. Especially in nice weather. Of course there is a line of washing, with real camping - as opposed to glamping - there always is. With our camping we often have damp washing from one site to the next but if not

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-11522507879563695852012-07-01T19:05:00.003+10:002012-07-01T19:06:30.189+10:00

While surfing the pinterest/tumblr rabbit warren, I found this picture of what looks to my drunken mind to be a santa suit hanging inside a modernist house while it snows outside. Being the antipodes we don't have a cold christmas but the drying inside resonates nonetheless. from here

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My washing machine doesn't work. My washing machine does not work. (Inserts head in washine machine. Someone f*cked my washing machine.) Why did you f*ck my washing machine? /p> Catchy beat, but I bet you don't last the full 3.20 minutes. So yeah Thursday night on the internerd, when I could well be doing something else. Washing machine and laundry imagery abounds.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-50093049208653739582011-12-04T20:52:00.000+11:002011-12-04T20:53:05.990+11:00

Ike and Tina Turner in a photo by Denis Hopper. It appeared on the back of the album River Deep, Mountain High in 1966. We found it on the inside of the CD which G found when we cleaned up the lounge room today. It's a fascinating image, Tina scrubbing clothes while Ike plays the piano with a giant Coke bottle hovering near his nose. More poignant because she was abused by him

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I found this at Letters from Wetville. The video is both funny and insightful. And quite on topic for Mrs Washalot. Originally from here.

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From the Milan LED festival,  via sfgirlbybay. Awesome. Just like the real thing - washing hanging in a lane way (do they still do that, or is it just in art?). Only it's sparkly. And whiter than real white. A celebration of the ordinary.

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I love the juxtaposition here of the old modern building and the loads on bicycles and the washing hanging from the lamp post. The modern and the mundane. The hyper reality that reminds me of what it's like to come out of an office building into the street and to see people with the their bags of shopping. To ride on the bus and see the backyard knee deep in grass and cars and saggy washing lines

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-20375876150071005642010-08-17T22:50:00.000+10:002011-01-21T01:19:27.023+11:00

We've chopped down the tree where Grace had her little washing line. So it's good that we have some photos of the area in all its grotty glory. She had the bucket of soapy water over by the house and would wash the doll and toy clothes in the bucket and run across the yard with the dripping mess to hang on the line. Not very time and motion efficient, but there you go. I suppose that's not

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-49763734960893465822010-08-08T23:14:00.000+10:002011-01-21T01:20:08.462+11:00

How cute is this mitten washer? I hope it has a wool setting so the kitten's mittens don't felt. The illustration is from "The Wonder Book of Favourite Nursery Tales" with illustrations by Jackie Peller and Jean Tamburine. Here's the text. Gosh it's lovely to have a scanner again.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-2821300043037259872010-04-10T09:51:00.000+10:002011-01-21T01:20:50.834+11:00

I love Bob Graham books. For the stories, for the illustrations, for the cosy but less than perfect domesticity, for the blokes in aprons. I don't think I've ever seen another kids book author who shows men doing domesticity with such regularity and ordinariness as Bob Graham. That's what charms me so much - it doesn't seem like something special or a big deal. It just is.The women also look like

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I almost ever watch commercial TV anymore and when I do, the ads are a revelation. This one from Surf has a woman hanging out her washing on a beautiful spring day. She is wearing a vintage dress, has a charming old style washing line (although give me a hills hoist any day) and follows a cat through the shadows of the sheet into an dreamy landscape full of exotic scents before falling back into

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-4651077484942121922010-03-11T07:58:00.000+11:002011-01-21T01:23:26.159+11:00

Out cruising design blogs and I see this on sfgirlbybay from someone's flickr. I have to go looking, back to the original source. One comment calls it The patience of mature love. Another grudgingly helping. What do you think? I think she looks fairly happy. Not sure about him. Although he does have the pipe, which might indicate a certain degree of relaxation. Or is he being stoic?

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-11152707237575270112010-03-05T08:31:00.000+11:002011-01-21T01:24:07.026+11:00

Standing up in street cars? Going dutch when your dreamboat is broke? What about the right to vote? That has to be the biggest thing since Adam's apple. Oh Carol, you sweet dumb thing, pull over your flaps- you're dragging..... true she really did say that, does that mean what I think it means? So yeah, a washing machine. No more clothes lines, no more blue Monday's and on it goes.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396029624349608186.post-78622335686836375992010-02-22T09:00:00.000+11:002011-01-21T01:24:51.328+11:00

If I do a load of washing on Sunday, like say for example I decide that all the bedding is totally feral, strip the beds and change the sheets and get it on the line, Mr Helpalot will bring it in. However it will likely sit in the basket on top of the washing machine for days. And on Wednesday night, he'll say something like "oh, I didn't get around to folding the sheets." And it's not as if he's

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