I know, I know….the clothesline again!
I have decided that I really, really love my clothesline
I can
seriously pretend that I am a pioneer woman!
Today was my first official wash day with my clothes line,
like I had said before I have been using it for the last few months, but only for our Levis. Since this was the first wonderful day we have had since I have my line outside I decided that I was going to use it for my whole wash.
I did 10 loads of laundry today
and I only used my dryer once.
Yep,
Once
I dried our socks and underwear in the dryer.
I promised my mortified punk daughters that I wouldn’t dry their panties outside for all the boys to see (the line is in the back yard, like they would see them anyway). I also promised PIC that I wouldn’t dry our underwear outside, he sited religious reasons, I think he just didn’t want his bottoms flapping in the wind. I didn’t do the socks outside either, I just didn’t have the rooms, my lines were pretty much loaded all day, and I wanted my socks to be fluffy…..
Here is my very first load, my whites, I thought the looked so pretty waving in the breeze.
I learned a few things along the way.
I learned that 80 degrees and 40 mile an hour winds will dry clothes faster than an 800$ clothes dryer will. (I am so serious about he 40 miles an hour winds, by the afternoon it was that windy)
I also learned that PIC is really, really good at putting up a clothes line, one that will withstand 40 mile an hour winds.
I also learned that clothes pins are very effective at keeping clothes on the line during 40 miles an hour winds.
I learned that I like scratchy towels that have been dried on the line, they are very effective at drying a person off. My family on the other hand, not so much….
I learned that it is rather pleasant to hang clothes on the line. I am out in the fresh air and sunshine, instead of squished in my laundry “closet”.
I learned that I like to stay outside and fold the clothes right there on the grass. I did this most of the morning, until the winds kicked up and make that impossible.
I learned that my kids like to come out and play next to me while I was working on the laundry. I could actually enjoy them, they weren’t in my way, like they are in the laundry room (closet).
I
learned that hanging laundry out to dry is very physical, lugging a
heavy basket full of wet clothes, reaching and bending. It was physical, but it sure felt good.
I learned that I like to watch my daughter’s white dress sway in the breeze. It is such a pretty, carefree sort of thing.
I learned that no-wrinkle shirts are still no-wrinkle when you put them on the line.
And that a good stiff breeze will pull most of the wrinkles out of a cotton night-gown.
(I am a lover of pretty cotton night-gowns. I think I am channeling Jane Austin, Queen Victoria or Anne Shirley)
I learned that I could have used a little sunscreen this first time out, although even if I would have known I would end up with a little sunburn I probably wouldn’t have used it anyway. I never use sunscreen.
I learned that I needed way more clothes pins than I thought I would!
I learned that there is nothing sweeter than a row of onsies hanging on a clothes line.
This little picture is very sweet to me. There was a time I thought that I would never have a son. I am so thankful that there is a crazy little boy in our family. He sat on our little back step, or peeked out the window all day watching me hang the laundry.
I learned that I love to hang my laundry on a clothesline!
