It's funny how we romanticize certain things like old aprons, canning jars, and laundry pins. Tools of labor that we have all been mostly liberated from. But there are still a few wise souls making use of these artifacts in the manner for which they were intended.
And I do feel foolish putting bedding in the dryer in good weather with our very dry New Mexico air. In summer the laundry gets crisp on the line in only a few minutes. Much faster, in fact, than the dryer could possibly do it.
I like doing the laundry when I'm sure to have the time to iron afterwards while the linens are still damp for it. If I had an outlet by the fence I might enjoy smoothing out wrinkles under the shade of a tree.
I usually only iron hems of sheets (if at all). But I love the feel of a freshly ironed pillow slip to lie down on at night.
I like the look of linens hanging so orderly on the line, sheets swaying in the breeze like waves lapping in and out on the shore, or leaves fluttering overhead. So relaxing.
For me, a clothesline has become one of the little luxuries of life. . . .
I'm far from the only one romancing the laundry. I saw a lovely post by Christie Repasy of Chateau De Fleurs this week that you won't want to miss. Here's the link.
Happy laundry days!
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