This is not static, but the real McCoy. This is when we were being renovated outside and the workman told me to perhaps not get too close with the camera. It could be that the sparks would fly and damage the lens.
My memories of static are electric going back to my younger days when my mum had a sort of attachement to anything that was made of nylon. Of course we women wore nylon stockings, mainly in Winter, it could not be avoided. It was the sixties, days of short tight skirts and high heels. The blue jeans and other trousers had not yet taken over and you wore nylons. I was never a friend of them and was glad for the warm summer days when I could go bare legged. Today it is no problem, I wear trousers almost always, short, medium or long according to the weather situation, with socks.
Ok, I am drifting, so back to mum and her love of anything synthetic. She discovered it was cheaper. They days of real cotton, real wool and genuine anything were over. The new fabrics had names like crimpelene, terylene and rayon. The main thing was, as mum said, you do not have to iron it. They even manufactured nylon bed linen in England. It was at the time of my marriage to Mr. Swiss, and my english family all sent me nylon sheets as a wedding present. Needless to say they were never used and went directly to the garbage man.
If you wanted to iron clothing made out of this new wonderful discovery, it would melt under the iron or lose its shape. I spent the beginning of my teenage life in materials that would send out sparky signals if you touched anything metallic. Mum was delighted by these new products of modern life. She began to knit with synthetic fibre in all colours of the rainbow. She was always a fan of bright colours. Luckily I was then older and living in another country. When she visited she would bring her newest creations that she had knitted for the kids in luminous colours, electric shades of green and yellow. She even managed to find a shade of red that glowed in the dark.
I discovered that if you happened to get a stain on this wonderful new replacement for the real thing, it was imposible to remove it. You could wash it at all temperatures, try to scrub it away with a brush, but nothing worked. The materials were everlasting but so were the stains.
In the meanwhile these materials of static electricity have gone to the history books and have a mention in Internet. Common sense eventually took over and fabrics became mixtures of synthetic fibres and real fibres. Today we have fibres that breathe, that are antistatic, all a product of the modern scientific world. Mum would have found them too expensive and nothing could replace the shocking pink, lime green and other luminous colours. You would never get lost because you would glow in the dark.