© Kara Rosenlund
Growing up my childhood best friend and I would spent many a hot Queensland afternoon running through her backyard sprinklers in our togs, sucking on funny face ice blocks and having cartwheel competitions on the lawn; good old fashion fun.
One of our favourite things to do was to run towards her Hills Hoist clothes line and then jump onto one of its arms and go for a quick spin. I have never forgotten the beauty of the Hills Hoist, so when one became available recently I jumped at the opportunity to have one of my very own! Over the weekend we pulled out the plastic and cemented in the classic!
Thanks Dad xx