Is this madness?….My obsession with doing the washing!!

I simply cannot escape the wonder that is “doing the washing”. Some may think it’s madness but I find it a most relaxing activity.  I’v had a few amusing conversations about this topic with two lots of American friends. When I speak of the wonder that is “doing the washing” they looked at me with astonishment as to them only old people hang out the washing!!! everyone else uses dryer’s. Well this fascination with the washing duties has never abated over the years so I really just embrace it with enthusiasm that makes me look mad, I guess?

My love for the hills hoist

there is something simply wonderful about the hills hoist.

What a funny thing to be happy about, a clothes line!! For as long as I can remember the hills hoist clothes line has affectionately played a role in my artistic pursuits. Where does this come from? Is it the nostalgia of when I was a child my Mum and everyone else had one? Does it scream Aussie Aussie Aussie io io io? Is it symbolic of all the things that I love domestic? Who knows? All I know is that this emotional attachment is real and as an artist, I just go with it.

Since moving in our new place, the moment I did my first wash I was just so excited to be putting clothes on the hills hoist. I realize one could get excited about so many other things in life, but why not get excited over something a trivial as hanging out the washing. It’s important to wear nice clean clothes hung out to bask in the Aussie sun.

I find that hanging the clothes out relaxes me and I’m free the think of nice things. I like the rotation of the hoist, it’s a pleasant experience. I like to stand back and look and marvel at the sight of clothes on the line, especially when there is a breeze.

I accept  that I may sound nutty to some, but I really don’t care. I’m proud of my fondness towards the hills hoist and I’m sure there are other’s out there who are just like me.