This is a ridiculous time of the night/morning to be posting but the Smirnoff Black hasn't had the desired effect and I'm not passed out cold.
I just remembered the sliding door was still open to the world of weird sex stalkers and marauding possums so I went to close it. Really to put the security system in place which happens to be a bloody big iron bar that leaves exactly 5 inches of open space for the cat to wander in and out.
I put my foot in the laundry basket, in the dark. Well doesn't everyone leave a laundry basket in the lounge room? Yes, I did hurt my foot, thanks for asking and I hurt it standing on the packet of pegs in the bottom.
It's been three years since I last bought a packet of pegs and they're good pegs and they cost a lot and I've just remembered I've left dresses hanging on the line. They'll be okay unless the wind picks up then it's 'Hello Oz' or 'My Life Before The Mast' as the Hills takes off.
Now PEGS, the very important question. Does one leave pegs on the line or does one take pegs off the line and put them in a dinky little basket? Personally I believe in tough love and leave the blighters (sorry been watching spitfires on ABC) to the weather. My friend takes them off and pops them into a custom made calico bag with 'PEGS' on the outside in cute fabric.
She probably has pegs inherited from her Grandmother, she takes that much care with them.
The only problem with the 'leave them where they peg' is that I have a line full of dead 'uns. It's a bit like a country fence strung with dead crows. Some skeletons have been there since before plastic ones were invented. I like the continuity of history.
I'm also too lazy to get them off the line.
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I have the longest clothesline ever here, one of those ones with two wooden crosses and three strands of fencing wire strung between giving me a massive 60 metres of clothesline. Even if I hung out everything I owned I still don't think I'd fill up the line. It had plastic pegs on it when I arrived, but they have disintegrated in the sun, and you only really have to look at them sternly for them to go to pieces. So I bought I packet of pegs the other day. I used to be anal with regard to taking pegs off the line and putting them in a 'peg bag', I inherited this habit from my mother, who thought clothes pegs left on the line were unsightly. Once I left the peg bag on the lawn for Dad to belligerantly run over with the lawn mower. (He occasionally gave in to small acts of wanton rebellion). But I think I'll leave the pegs on the line as peg bag is broken and at least Luke can see the line. In short, I used to put the pegs away, not because I care about the pegs but because mother thought they looked tacky left out there, its also quicker when you're hanging out the washing to have the pegs on your person rather than be walking up and down getting them off the line.
Link
I used to have a really old proper peg tin to put them in. And of course you know I would collect them each time and put them away. I don't miss standing in hot sun hanging clothes on the line. Btw, our excellent quality plastic pegs used to come from Big W at Southland.
Mum had a clothes line like that, Link and it was a big day when we installed the Hills Hoist. We got to stand in one place and not drag the basket up and down the yard. We do inherit these quirks from our Mothers, mine was a 'let em rot' peg person.
Andrew, if I didn't know you were gay that would do it and my pegs are Safeway which mean Big W, Reva Super Hold, expensive but good value. My sister never believed in pegs at all, just throw everything over the wires and pray for no wind.
LOL,Jt!
I like reading posts when people are in the 'good spirits'!
I started out being a tidy peg bucket girl but it didn't last long! My line is much like yours!
Zoe xxx
Are your good pegs plastic, JahTeh? I don't bring in the pegs and in the sun they don't last very long. Wood ones last longer perhaps...
Zoe, I thought you'd be a 'throw it across the lavender bush to dry' person. I've just passed on my Thai chilli squash to a drooling friend who can't wait to get it home.
Lucy Tartan, they're very tough plastic and it has taken 3 years for half of them to break. They don't make wooden ones like they used to, they break as easily as cheap plastic.
I'm far too lazy to take the pegs off the line every time, but prefer to cover up the slovenliness with the fact that my line is at eye level in an inopportune place in an innercity courtyard - at least the bright pegs warn people not to get garotted (I'm shorter than most, it gets other poeple in the throat).
On the subject...it always amuses me that americans call them clothespins.
I didn't remember clothespins until you mentioned it but I suppose it's clothespegs for the English in us. I know I used to make peg dollies out of the old fashioned ones without the spring and I thought that was American.
Well, we over here at the Vicely Regal residence use new wooden pegs for each hanging out of said (inclusive of ostrich feather tit - 'scuse me obsession' -ivated items) washing .
If'n one hangs out freshly washed items why would one defile them with old, and potentially soiled and sullied, attachment devices.
We go though 10 gross of pegs per week (the Vice Regal - ironically named - 'smalls' account for 5 gross of the critical mass) however we are not in anyway profligate with the peg o' me hearts. Each week Mrs Ramsbottom from downstairs is charged ith task of packaging up the "excess to requirement" pegs and sending them off to starving Biafran kiddies. (Cellulose is one of the less apprciated essential food groups for your starving African kiddy.)
Thai Chilli Squash, hey! OOHH, I've never tried that before. Sounds like it's lovely.
I bet your friend ate it all in one sitting ,it was that good!
Ha! as for 'throwing it over the lavender to dry' thats a nice idea! LOL. Lets both try it and compare results. Shoes in the dishwasher, though,now thats pushing it a little!
Zoe xxx
Just goes to show Your Lordship, how wrong assumptions can be. I thought you would have a line of comely maidens holding up the aristocratic jocks, drying them with their gentle breaths. (not a mis-type you gutterminds)
If you read the next post up Zoe, you'll see why I don't outdoor dry.
Wow! I have dead pegs on the line too and rarely remove them, just push them along - whata special gal I am!
When mu mum died back in 1993 (she was...aaaah! miss her still) all along her clothes line she had heaps of dead pegs... and not just that little shags of bleached out rags she'd hung out but never retrieved, and scourers.
Its not laziness - most people are ritualistic and fold everything neatly, placing pegs away...almost colour coding them when they hand stuff out (I did that when I was 20 and had my first baby i was that bored with housework - not the baby) Never done it since.
I laughed at your story about the clothes basjet etc...my sister lives in splendid isolation and often goes to sleep with the doors unlocked a cat on her chest and a wee glassie of a well earned something empty nearby...
Middlechild, do you also have the tinkling of rusted springs of wooden pegs? The way I see it I'm providing a habitat for windblown spiders.
My mum made me a peg bag for my birthday, so I do take them off the line in order to use my present. In any case, if I don't, spiders spin webs on them and then they get on my work clothes and I fuss about it. It's generally better for my mental health if I put them in the bag every time :-)
cee, my girlfriend reminded me the other day that before the Hills Hoist, mothers always had a peg apron to keep their hands free when walking up and down the type of clothesline Link described.
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