It was a time before washing machines, fridges or convenience food, when women sanded their doorsteps pristine
and cleaned windows the hard way.
And gossiped through their clean windows. Never a secret slipped by
Enjoyed a port and lemon or three
Dressed up for special occasions (Aintree Racecourse 1938)
Ironed the hair for special occasions
And now we have everything.
Aintree Races today
2 comments:
I remember ironing my sister's hair when I was a teen. I also remember gloves, handkerchiefs, and stockings you pinned to a garter. Oh, my.
re: windows
I fail miserably at windows. If I ever had a lot of money to blow, the first thing I'd do is hire someone just to do the windows. Mine are terrible. Most of them run floor to ceiling so I need to move a ladder every two feet. That's a lot of climbing. I'd probably end up falling like the girl in the checkered dress. Do you think it was something she drank? ;-) Pretty sure she wasn't doing windows.
Now you have me feeling guilty about my dirty windows.
The man or woman who invents a 'rhumba' (one of those robot hoovers) for windows, will likely make a fortune. Get Greg on to it :) Having said that the future of window cleaning will likely be nanobots who'll have a good gossip afterwards like those Liverpool ladies
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