Nines asked for pictures of laundry rooms, so here's mine. It's just inside the back door, which is off to the left. It's built into part of the back verandah, and I never do laundry without feeling grateful. For many years I had to haul all the washing downstairs to a set of concrete sinks, with the washer installed on a high concrete slab. That made it taller, and I couldn't even reach the bottom of the bowl; I had to sort of jump in and swipe things out. That was a lot of fun. It was just bare dirt, and if things fell down they got filthy. I hated it! Most highset Queensland houses still have the laundry downstairs, even new ones.

I worked on DH for 15 years before I got my washer installed upstairs, and he fought bitterly. He thought it was a silly idea. But he has had to agree that it was the best thing we ever did, besides moving the toilet upstairs. That happened within weeks of buying the house; no way was I going downstairs in the middle of the night. I was adamant.

Other piccies are a Flying Geese quilt I made a while ago. It's flannel, and very snuggly. It was so simple to make and finish, I feel drawn to do something with quite large pieces and graphic impact. Might start work on something similar...

And the picture of arches in one that I took when Meredith and I were in Port Adelaide last year. We drove under the railway bridge and the view was so impressive I made Meredith drive around the block and park on the side of the road while I ran under the bridge and took some photos. The passing traffic thought I was nuts, but the perspective was intruiging.