Flickr photo by Professor Bop
Yes! I can hear you cheering! A post on dryers! What we've all been waiting for!
But no kidding. All over this world people dry things in weird ways!
I bet you know what got me thinking about dryers.
Raisins! (Those tricky raisins. First the dragon post and now this!)
Here's some Raisins in the Sun in Greece.
Flickr photo by urgenci international network
So I was thinking about raisins drying in the sun, and wondering how raisin makers keep pesky fruit flies from ending up in our boxes of raisins. (Sorry, but it's what I was thinking.)
Then, while I was deep in thought about that, I went to a public restroom and washed and dried my hands.
Flickr photo by n. dawg
(I love that: Press button, receive bacon, enjoy bacon. Doesn't the heat symbol look like bacon?)
That crazy hand dryer blew so hard that it gave me alien hands! Like this.
Flickr photo by Famous Potatoes
If Sarah had been with me, I would have gotten her to take a picture.
But she's away at college. Sob sob.
Anyway, you get the idea. It was frightening.
Like this hand dryer.
Flickr photo by troyjunkin stuff
Would you stick your hands in that?
Once I calmed down and realized that I still had all my skin intact, I started wistfully thinking about France. (It doesn't take much.)
Flickr photo by alisonhulot
I remembered my clothesline, and how much I loved it. My wacko Greer neighborhood outlawed them, so sometimes just for spite, I put my clothes on hangers and hang them from trees. Well not really just for spite. I just do it because I like the fresh scent it gives my shirts. And I think it's funny.
Don't worry. It's in the backyard. No one will hogtie me and throw me out of my subdivision.
Although they might if they read that I just called them wacko.
If I grew the radish luobo, like Maggie in Shanghai, I might dry my luobo the same way!
Flickr photo by Maggie's World
Hmmm.
Back in my French life, I discovered another reason why people used to wear aprons.
Flickr photo by ditty Pop
Where else are you going to put the clothespins?
For the first year in France, I had toddler Sam follow me around with a bucket, but then he'd get bored. And sometimes he'd run off with the bucket, dump the clothespins in the grass, and suck on them, so the apron was a welcome change.
When I wore the apron, I'd transform into 1950's/60's Becky. Sort of. Except I still refused to iron. But I'd imagine myself looking like this.
Flickr photo by incurlers
Hey! It's another dryer.
At least it's an improvement from this.
Flickr photo by littleredglass
Which reminds me of this.
Photo by IMDb
It's Cindy Lou Who!
I love that funny hair.
You know what else is funny?
I think this dryer is funny.
Hey Tanner.
I bought that drying rack at an antique/junk store because I loved the little bird clips. I imagined drying my delicates on it, hoping it would bring back some of the French magic. Then I took it home and changed my mind. I took a second look at it, and it reminded me of the rabbit ears we used to put on top of the TV, you know, the kind you add aluminum foil to, to get the stations to come in clearly.
I put it on top of our Tower of Technology (the entertainment center) and I thought it was HILARIOUS!
My family was confused. "Mom. What in the world? Why is that thing up there?"
First the door knocker on the inside of my front door, and now this.
No one got it.
I left it there anyway. Ha ha.
It makes me smile.
Anybody have a good way to dry a dog?
Yuck. Dirty bathwater. Naughty doggy for playing in the garden.
Have a Wonder-Full Tuesday, y'all!
Enjoy the commercial from my childhood! It's a Charlie's Angel, drying her locks! Man, those speed stylers are fast. I wonder if they give you alien head!
And don't forget to sign up for Wonder Wednesday! The partying starts a week from tomorrow! I hope you'll join in on the fun! I'm getting the prizes ready!
Love, Becky
