The weather these last few days has been a delight. It is warm and sunny and the skies look as if they have been painted for the opening captions of “The Simpsons” show. There you go, don’t I know class tv and how to describe things!
While Idgy has been away I’ve been stripping beds and clearing stuff out and doing all sorts of scary things. Just washing this enormous crochet (Cath Kidson circa 2008 I think) blanket is a feat in itself. I used to have a washer that could cope with it, ah not so now. Nowadays it is a bit like wrestling a bear. First gather up your blanket and drag it off the bad and into a manageable bundle to chuck down the stairs.
It is a heavy blanket, in fact it seems to have put on a bit of weight. Hmmmm it’s only when I’m despirately trying to ram the thing into the sink (thank God for that huge old Butlers sink in the mud room, the one Mr X always wanted to get rid of, Huh, knew I got rid of the right one there!) that I realise there is a plate and two hardback books tangled up in the deapths of this thing.
By the way I’d like to point out here that it is off Idgy’s bed and no, I don’t leave plates lying about in my own bed – well not recently anyway…
Filling sink with water throws up another problem, the plug doesn’t fit so you have to hold it down with a stone. Alas the stone gets tangled up in the bloody blanket and I can’t find it again. Meanwhile the hot water is merrily draining away as I frantically search the innards of the blanket to find plug and stone.
Find the combo and sort things out – add a slate to the mix and then discover all the slate dirt now attached to said blanket, just gets better doesn’t it. Anyway eventually the sink fills, I scrub and soap and leave to soak. Of course the stone, plug, slate arrangement fails completely and all the water disappears. Start again.
Eventually the whole washing business is complete. Now the fun part (you mean the rest of this wasn’t fun!) getting the now 4 stone in weight monster outside. Realise I should have chosen a better outfit for this task, maybe a wetsuit would have been best. I am soaked as I lumber out of the back door with my wet and woolly burden. There is a trail of water behind us as we stagger and fall out of the door and i survey my options.
There is no way I’m dragging this beastie round to the garden and the washing line, to be honest it weighs so much I doubt the line will hold it. Hmmmm have to be the fence then. Luckily the field was cut last week (remember the lovely phone line sage) so there won’t be tractors chomping up grass and flinging it about). It takes three attempts to get the thing unravelled and thrown over the fence.
I like the look, rush in for camera to snap a photo. Sue walks past with her dog, “Nice blanket Karon, is this exterior decorating you’re up to now?”.
I think it looks beautiful on the fence, in fact it looks far better there than on Idgy’s bed.
Two days later it dries and is bundled up and taken back in again. Packed away for the summer months, clean and smelling of summer sunshine, and of course holding the memories of a few days of mayhem to get it there at all.
Hope you are doing useful things with your sunshine wherever you are.
PS I am loving all these comments on the giveaway, glad you all like the heart so much. This really makes me want to do this more often and make it a regular feature of the blog. Any ideas for giveaways and prizes?