~ grateful for....~

This week I kneel and kowtow in appreciation of my tumble dryer.

Last week our washing line met with a dreadful accident.

{part of some elaborate jungle game...forbidden forever now unless in real jungles}

And, of course, this week has been swimming week - every day at school for Gracie, for me at the gym, Jacks 2nd ever lesson and lessons for the girls yesterday.

That's a lot of towels and soggy bathers to get dry in Hobart weather.

And so my trusty dryer has been working over time and I'm very grateful.

(but still planning to replace her with one of those you beaut condenser ones)

Sometimes it really is the little things.

(and can you believe I've posted 3 times about washing??!!)

♥

~ random thoughts whilst doing the washing today ~

Where do all those odd socks go?

Why doesn't anyone else get lights vs darks?  (still missing the pink load)

Why do 6 year old girls change 4 times a day and dump everything in the wash?

Hankies really are better than tissues.

Why don't I turn all the clothes in the right way before washing? (I really get irked doing this when I'm folding)

How on earth did women of previous generations manage to have one washing day when I have 7?

Do I need to go back to work so my brain gets a better work out?

♥

~ missing the pink ~

Its gorgeous outside - sunny, hint of breeze and the first thought that pops into my head - perfect drying day.  (Perfect for Tassie that is - not the perfect we used to have in Perth when just as I finished hanging out a load the first things were already dry!)

Don't worry - I know how sad that is.

So I hung out the washing and I couldn't help noticing the lack of pink .  For years I've been doing the dark, the light and the pink load.  And now there is no pink.

Lady L and Princess G have almost totally eschewed it.  (I would have said totally but the Doc took them shopping for new doona covers on the weekend and they both came home with pink versions.  I suspect the desire of new won out - maybe in the light of not much choice -but the bedroom redecorates are definitely on hold again).  

{when all was pink}

No skirts, no cute stripey tights, no fairy dress-ups...and no pink.  

My little girls are growing up and while I marvel at their new achievements and enjoy every stage there is a little part of me that feels a pang for the fairy princesses that used to live here.  And the pink load.

♥