Yes, Artjak and the classic 'where are my shoes?' having walked past them twice. Where was a man when I was wheeling a barrow of bricks to build a pond for our fish? Talking to a neighbour.
My elderly neighbour is always making comments of, "when your husband cuts the hedge tell him....", "must have had a hard time moving all that soil". I've given up pointing out that hubby is not a garden person. It was me that moved the ton of mulch and multiple tons of soil and cuts the hedges and is halfway through the bulk bag of gravel to spread. Not complaining. It's my hobby. But why does the world assume I'm supping tea and watching him doing it?
My nan used to say "this is when you need a man" erm wernt a man that levelled your garden, then layed slabs and gravel nan, god rest her!
Noodle, i would gladly sup tea and let him get on with it, but that aint gonna happen!
It is strange how i never had to do anything laborious, even carry a heavy bag on a train when i was young and slim, must just look more capable now im sure!
I am greatly cheered by the replies to my original post. You have all put a smile on my face
Going back to sexism and gardening though, what really winds me up is when I am in a garden centre and I see gardening gloves which have been marketed for 'ladies' and they are not only twee floral patterns in lilac and rose pink, but they are so thin that they wouldn't even protect you from a stinging nettle. The assumption made, in the product design stages of these gloves is "ladies, YOU aren't going to be doing anything REALLY heavy duty now in the garden, ARE you? Now, buy these gloves and trim your chamomile".
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Yes, Artjak and the classic 'where are my shoes?' having walked past them twice. Where was a man when I was wheeling a barrow of bricks to build a pond for our fish? Talking to a neighbour.
Oh and the classic falling into a canal while talking. Del Boy's got nothing on my lovely OH.
Dont mind grunt work, cant do anything mechanical
My elderly neighbour is always making comments of, "when your husband cuts the hedge tell him....", "must have had a hard time moving all that soil". I've given up pointing out that hubby is not a garden person. It was me that moved the ton of mulch and multiple tons of soil and cuts the hedges and is halfway through the bulk bag of gravel to spread. Not complaining. It's my hobby. But why does the world assume I'm supping tea and watching him doing it?
Noodle, i would gladly sup tea and let him get on with it, but that aint gonna happen!
It is strange how i never had to do anything laborious, even carry a heavy bag on a train when i was young and slim, must just look more capable now im sure!
I can remember shovelling a ton of gravel for my lovely mum in law from her drive to her back garden.
My (ex) husband once picked up a packet of Angel Delight and asked me how to make it.
I patiently told him the instructions were on the packet
I am greatly cheered by the replies to my original post. You have all put a smile on my face
Going back to sexism and gardening though, what really winds me up is when I am in a garden centre and I see gardening gloves which have been marketed for 'ladies' and they are not only twee floral patterns in lilac and rose pink, but they are so thin that they wouldn't even protect you from a stinging nettle. The assumption made, in the product design stages of these gloves is "ladies, YOU aren't going to be doing anything REALLY heavy duty now in the garden, ARE you? Now, buy these gloves and trim your chamomile".
Yes I can remember my dad asking me how to make scrambled eggs when my mum had tonsilitis (I was 10)
And i also am happy to accept someone offering to carry things etc, i suppose its selective sexism????