This post isn't very rock and roll but I'm so excited about my new toy that I just had to share.
Over the past month I seem to have spent too much time rushing down the garden in the rain to rescue the washing from the clothes line and most afternoons tripping over the clothes airer and swearing. Fed up with my constant whingeing, Jon grabbed a pen and started sketching something mysterious on the back of an old envelope.
Fast forward a couple of days and this was hanging in the utility room, made entirely from bits Jon had lying around, with the exception of the six mop handles purchased from Wednesday's car boot sale for £1 each, which shaved around £10 off the cost from not buying dowel.
Using the rope pulley, I just need to lower the rack to my height, fully load it with washing, hoist it back into position and leave it to its own devices. No stubbed toes, bruised hips or swearing.
|Wearing: vintage rose print cotton maxi (snaffled from the Kinky Melon storeroom), denim waistcoat (had for at least 15 years)|
When I wasn't day dreaming about Morrissey I paid just enough attention to my O Level physics class to know that warm air rises so the never ending laundry pile not only dries quickly but my biceps get a good old work out at the same time. Multi-tasking magic!
And with that pleasant little distraction I'd better get back to ironing my stock in readiness for tomorrow's vintage fair.
See you soon!