Day 23: Another grey, cold, wet day. Putting shadow in a painting is like dessert at the end of the meal. Today was a meat and potatoes day
I used to beg my Mom for a story when she tucked me in. I wanted a hear about when she was my age because her stories were vivid and often centered around mischief. Sometimes, her memories reflected a different code of ethics of a different time. One such story was about the Riceville laundry scandal.
Monday was washday and women would get up before the sunrise to begin laundry. They wanted their laundry to be seen hanging on the line first, showing that they were the most virtuous woman in town. No matter how hard they tried, there was one woman who’s laundry was out at the crack of dawn. The next week they’ld start earlier, but it was always too late.
They began to feel something was amiss and decided to stake out the woman’s house to learn her secret... At 2:00 in the morning they met, planning to learn what time she began laundry. As they gathered in the light of a half moon, they saw that the laundry was already hung and the family was sound asleep. It was obvious that the sinful woman was doing laundry on Sunday and hanging it in the cover of darkness before going to bed.
I would always gasp in mock horror and then laugh at the silliness of the story, as I slid between the cool, crisp, sheets that smelled like the outdoors.
“Monday” Watercolor 3”x5” (SOLD)