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Things I Love Thursday: Drying Clothes Outside | Kinda ...

Image copyright – thank you,  Kate. You don’t need to be frugal to understand the benefits of outdoor line-drying

Dr B and I have been doing a fair bit of gadding about the place, one way and another. It was a seamless transition for him: I slid into the passenger seat as YoungB vacated it, you might say. Fewer excursions were two-wheeled, because I categorically will not get on a motorbike and I do not ride a pushbike; but I was happy enough to accompany him in the car.

There’s some necessity for household chores to be done early if we’re going to be out for the rest of the day. If there’s sunshine and a good breeze, I can launder bedlinen before we leave, retrieve it from the line when we return and remake the bed straightaway. There are few things as delightful as the fragrance from breeze-dried sheets wafting around you when you’re drifting off to sleep. It makes you feel virtuous, too!

Just as an aside with regard to the above photo, no, I would not hang my clothes that way. For example, from my perspective, there would be entirely too much effort then required to iron jeans that have been pegged by the leg. If you are time-poor – and this is a discussion I had many years ago with a fellow student nurse, when we were both struggling with night duty, studying for final exams and simultaneously maintaining daytime apparel for our uni-student menfolk – then you do your best to minimise after-laundering effort. But, you know, everyone has their own way of doing things, none of it is wrong, it’s often necessary to change methodology to suit differing circumstances, and the results are what count. I liked Kinda Crunchy Kate’s enthusiasm for the overall concept.

Of course, let’s give thanks to our local star – that “small, unregarded yellow sun”, as Douglas Adams described it – and some bulk movement of air (aka large-scale gaseous flow, global air currents or wind) for assisting with the drying, but I had to take care of all the precursor steps. Those sheets didn’t magic themselves into the washing machine and onto that line; no, they jolly well did not. And you can be quite sure that Dr B didn’t, either.

May you, too, have plenty of opportunities to enjoy the benefit of our local star, whether for boosting your vitamin D levels, or drying your laundry and helping to make it smell fresh 😉


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knitting for the long term

As I mention knitting in this blog’s description, I thought I should share one of my longer term projects, which started in London and finished, 25 years later, in Australia. I’m one of those knitters reluctant to frog something which I might, potentially, maybe get around to finishing at some stage even if not immediately, particularly if I’ve put a lot of work into it already.

This knitted article acquired the nickname of the jurby for reasons related to how long it was taking which some might consider a sign of incompetence. Those who know the works of Douglas Adams will recognise the reference as being from The Meaning of Liff. A jurby, he and John Lloyd declared, is:

a loose woollen garment reaching to the knees and with three or more armholes, knitted by the wearer’s well-meaning but incompetent aunt.

My jurby started out as being a lacy cardigan with the usual number of armholes and not unduly long. It never arrived at the point of reaching the knees nor did it acquire extra armholes but, because I obviously hadn’t done something properly in my calculations and ran out of yarn, it did have only one sleeve. The adventurous amongst you might not be unduly disturbed at the idea but in a cold place, which you’d agree London often is, the usual number of sleeves is much more useful.

Many moves later (back to Australia, interstate, back to the originating state again), the jurby was still not finished but still too pretty to frog when, you  know, it might be possible to rescue it. Somehow.

Fashions are constantly changing but a vest or gilet or waistcoat is often a useful extra and their styles fluctuate widely. I decided that the jurby could be turned into one of those by doing a crocheted edging around the armholes. If I’d ever bought buttons, which I probably had done, I’d either used them for something else or put them away safely and forgotten where, so I scouted around in my button box and found some wooden buttons that seemed about the right size. Here’s the finished jurby.

No sleeves at all

So you want some details? It was an Argyll Wools Ltd pattern for their Chameleon range of mohair yarn. The leaflet was number 681 and it’s dated 11/85.


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Posted by on November 13, 2011 in Knitting


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