Daily Prompt: Statically speaking

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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.

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Daily Prompt: Statically speaking

16 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Statically speaking

  1. Static is a problem here especially in the winter. We have almost no humidity and then with the heaters on, the air dries out even more. I remember the 70s (in Denver, same humidity situation) and the first word processors. We had one at our law firm. Static was such a problem then that an anti-static crew came in and sprayed everywhere before it was going to be used. It was a fancy ritual. Even the woman (one woman only was allowed to touch this marvel) was sprayed. Of course, we were all in dresses and panty hose which didn’t help and this woman had a preference for the kinds of clothes you describe your mom liking. But I used to hate it when my dress would stick to my stockings. 😦

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    • The static seems to have improved in daily life. The doors have metal handles and I am always careful with them when I touch them. Sometimes I feel a spark somewhere, but not so much. I avoid wearing pure synthetics where possible as I don’t like the feel of it on my skin. I never liked nylon stockings and I don’t even possess any. I wear socks with trousers and at home I always have bare feet, although wear house shoes. I have also had dresses that stick to stockings in the far past, something I also dislike.

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  2. I remember getting dressed — REALLY dress in something fancy, like maybe for a date — and having everything stuck to me in all kind of strange places. If you really have some good static going, you can actually set off sparks. Not like THOSE sparks, but definite little flashes of fire.

    I remember the first time I melted my pants. I didn’t know. Not only did I melt the pants, I also got gluey gloppy stuff all over the iron and I was pretty sure my mother was going to be really mad about that!

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    • I have also seen the sparks from static electricity, but so long ago since I wore a dress at all. Luckily the modern fabrics have some sort of treatment that it is no longer such a problem.
      I have done a lot of learning by doing with the iron Thank goodness for the steam iron, although not even that can always be trusted.

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  3. I recall all that sort of stuff, clothing sticking to bodies and shuffling feet to give zaps. What I still love though is that in winter when I get into bed with lights out, sometimes if I pull one blanket apart from the one below it, sparks of light shoot all over the place between them. Small thrills, but mine own!

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