Monday, 17 January 2011


Call me a homebody, but sometimes all there is left to do is take some huge deep breaths and tackle some simple and therapeutic tasks.

Laundry and bed making are mine.

The stripping of sheets off the beds. (And the subsequent resorting of books and soft toys that comes with that, from my children’s realm of slumber.)

And then the methodical piles and sorting and turnover of washing machine to basket to washing line. (I thank whichever domestic goddess before me who invented the automatic washing machine. An old copper and a mangle is not my idea of therapeutic.)

It feels gloriously suburban and safe, for me, to see pillowcases and sheets, flapping in a gully breeze, strung out in rows. It tells me that this is a house where its occupants are loved and cared for. That there is a little order in the world, here, for a moment at least.

Towels and sheets, quilt covers and tea towels, pegged, so neat and regimental, squared neatly. The smell of sun on clean damp, mixed with rosemary as the cottons brush against the herbs...

Like many children, I was strolled into the garden as a toddler and watched happily as my mother and my grandmother pegged out.

I, too, have always carted my babies out with me, often in a wicker basket, and smiled down at them as they gazed at the laundry, in the breeze, enjoying the damp dappled shade that linens gave.

And now to rest, to sleep, in sheets that smell of sunshine, to surrender to some peace. There is no greater luxury, for me, than clean sheets upon the beds.


  1. Curvaceous QueenJanuary 17, 2011

    I hope that flapping can wave away some of your sadness ((hug))

  2. MotorbikesLadyJanuary 17, 2011

    My nana who I love very much in her old house you could sit in the kitchen & watch the clothes dance in the wind while chatting over a pot of tea (as was her choice of drink) ahhhhhhh for the simple things again

    (((( Hugs )))) XXXX Kisses XXXX

  3. Blocks &knocksJanuary 17, 2011

    Beautifully written. I feel the same way. There's something about fresh sheets that make you sleep better. I hope you sleep better.


  4. Yes, yes yes. One of those luxuries we are afforded whenever we can be bothered to strip those beds and hang out those sheets. The stripping and hanging I can handle, it's the remaking that drives me mad. A bit like life, really. Hope you are doing okay. x

  5. Beautiful post Lucy. Makes me feel so warm and nurtured. I ran for you tonight, and hoped that the physical pain I was feeling would take away some of yours. xx

  6. kim at allconsumingJanuary 17, 2011

    You know, I adore fresh sheets too - except for some reason clean sheets also seem to prompt some other action in our bedroom too. Bloody bed shark, pokes you when you least expect it. What? Too much?

  7. Aaaaahhhhhh so with you. tuesday nights are it at Woogsworld. 100% cotton all the watt xo

  8. If I didn't have to do the washing, and if the weather permitted, I would have clean sheets and towels, all dried outside, every single day.

  9. Anjanette MortonJanuary 18, 2011

    Yes, wrap yourself in a bit of that deserve it!! xo

  10. Yes, mmmmm, fresh sunshine smelling sheets! Bliss. xx

  11. That sounds lovely. Darn it though. I was supposed to wash the sheets today and the day got away from me. Now I wish I had clean sheets. :)

  12. Nothing beats the feeling of cool fresh sheets. The day I bought 1000 threat count white sheets was the day I felt like a total domestic godess!

  13. Aww, that makes me want to put up a clothes line. My sheets always smell like little doggies...not little doggies, as in feet - the other kind.

  14. Popping in to say that thanks to this post I stripped and washed all the bedsheets today. Lucy's therapy should come with a fee ;0


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