Towels gently swaying in the breeze.........
The THWAK of wet jeans smacking you in the face as you struggle to get the clothespin in place......
Ah, yes, it's true....Hubs got my clothes line up!
I cannot tell you how giddy I was to have this little project complete. I needed to do laundry by Wednesday, but I saved it up, knowing I would have a clothes line to hang it on by the weekend. I reminisced about all sorts of romantic memories of hanging out clothes to dry when I was a little girl. Saturday I did a bunch of work around the house, but the highlight of the day was doing 5 loads of laundry, all of which were hung out to dry. Well, except the unmentionables- nobody needs to see that, trust me.
Turns out there were a few things I had forgotten about hanging clothes out to dry. Like, the way towels turn to sandpaper under the hot sun if you don't use a fabric softener in the wash. Or, how many clothes 5 loads really is and how it's a lot more work to hang them up than to toss them in the dryer.
I had remembered very accurately, though, how wonderful the clothes smell after hanging out and how you just feel more connected with the whole process of laundry when you put them up on a line. I don't know why that is, but somehow it's true. I'm thrilled to have a clothes line and I will be using it regularly when the weather allows.
The Hubs took his commission very seriously. I had given him all the information I deemed important regarding clothes lines and he then worked out a plan. Top of my list of pet peeves were sagging lines. I cannot stand it when the line sags so much in the middle that you can only put small children's clothes on it! What good is a line like that?
I have to say, I've never seen another clothes line like it. The Hubs used all sorts of scary looking hardware and rigged up a design that allows him to tighten the line if need be. It's awesome, for real.
The Hubs is a rock star.
I am blessed.