Sentence examples for hanging wash from inspiring English sources

As they step onto the lawn of Olivia's light-blue, two-story house, they spot her hanging wash on the clothesline.

"I think anyone who is fined for hanging wash in front of their house should sue Southampton Town for the price of a clothes dryer".

Students from Genoa University held aloft a washline fluttering with men's and women's underwear to protest an appeal to the Genoese by the recently elected Italian prime minister, Silvio Berlusconi, to refrain from hanging wash across the city's narrow lanes, a venerable local custom, to avoid esthetic offense.

If you are hanging washed jeans outside, never hang them in direct sunlight.

A lack of toilets, and taboos that surround hanging washed underwear outdoors, mean sanitation during periods is poor.

In the garden, his handsome civil partner David Oldham, 37, also an Anglican priest, is hanging washing on the line and holding up a pair of Coles's pants.

Then he banned people from hanging washing from balconies in the historic centre, run-down parts of which are home to a large population of north African origin and settled Gypsy communities – many of whom have been French for generations.

As we step over the gulley of water that divides their house from the neighbour's property, and walk under the hanging washing, past the rows of yams that grow easily in this boggy area of the city, Wyclif barely acknowledges his young friends who join us, or the football that is passed in his direction.

An artist created drawings that represented common community scenes [see Additional file 1] that included good and poor hygiene practices, for example, women hanging washed clothes out to dry and young children defaecating in the open.

And "A Windy Day on the Roof" (1904), a humorous short by the same company, in which a woman hanging her wash douses an oaf trying to look up her skirt, finds a tamer echo in John Sloan's "Sun and Wind on the Roof" (1915), a piquant vignette of a woman hanging laundry without intrusion.

The train would pull out, and right before it went back underground at the 137th Street station, I could see women standing on fire escapes hanging freshly washed laundry as their children tugged at their skirts.