"Oh boy, here she goes again" is what you might be thinking. I mean, I sort of got really, really excited last time I got a new clothesline at our other house.
And I have a new clotheslines. Wahoo! I am a broken record here, but I love love love hanging out my clothes on the line.
The slower rhythm that begins my day, chatting with children at my feet as I clip on the clothes one by one.
The necessity of being outside at the end of the day to take the clothes off, again with children at my feet.
The smell of line dried clothes. Especially sheets.
The brighter napkins, clothes and diapers as the sun bleaches them.
Just being outside and enjoying the weather.
The cheaper electric bill. Hey, who doesn't love a bargain?
Many, many thanks to my dad for putting this up for me. I had been asking and begging, and he listened.
I don't remember who told me, but someone told me that the folks who lived here before had a clothesline that attached the woodshed to the barn. Surely, that wouldn't be big enough for me, as it only holds one load at a time, so I thought. But it was at least a start.
What do I know? It's so windy there, I can do 3-4 loads a day and they dry in no time. In the first 48 hours, I did 8 loads of laundry.
I know, I know, it's really pathetic I get excited about a clothes line. I mean it's laundry for pete's sake. Who gets excited about laundry? Me, apparently.
My dad is an upcyclier like me (is that I word?). I couldn't reach the clothesline to start hanging the clothes. He used an old broom we found in the barn and hammered in/bent a nail so I can hook the line to pull it down. Brilliant!
And remember this, what I upcycled? A clothespin holder from a dishtowel and a hanger. (Find that post here)
Anyway, I think every kid needs to have fun running in/out/around/under sheets on a clothesline.
Perhaps you agree?