Laundry is a big thing in our house. I don’t just mean in terms of volume of dirty linens. We spent an inordinate amount of time planning for our washer and dryer when we renovated. The house is itty bitty, so would we have to put the machines in the porch? Maybe the washer in the bathroom and the dryer in the porch? Stackable? But full-size machines won’t jive with our 7-foot ceilings… And holy eff, stackable machines are expensive! And where are we going to plumb for the washing machine? Where do we want the dryer exhaust? OH THE DECISIONS!
In the end we got a set off Kijiji for $500. A steal! They are small. “European-sized,” they say, so they stack nicely in our bathroom. (I’ve lived in Europe, and their laundromats have just as many oversized machines as ours, but I digress). The small size forces us to stay on top of the laundry. Even so, it’s not unusual to do two or three loads a day.
And with that, the dryer would be on duty just as often.
During the winter reno, the post that held the clothesline was knocked down to make way for truckloads of supplies.
Summer passed in a rush of sunny days and friendly visits and outdoor adventures. I would gaze longingly at my neighbours’ clothes flapping in the wind and sigh.
“It’s a great day on clothes,” I said more than once, all while dreaming of the day that I, too, would have a sturdy line and sweet-smelling towels.
Finally I took matters into my own hands. Here’s how I got my clothes on the line at long last…
Step 5: Thank Travis for hanging the clothesline [photo censored]
Step 9: Wax poetic about clotheslines and the beauty and simplicity of their function and design, and the sweet smell of clothes dried out of doors, and the bleaching powers of the sun on cloth diapers. Feel moralistic and superior for doing some small part to help the environment all while the environment is helping you! Philosophize on this symbiotic relationship and how humans have come such a long way from caves and hide shelters, and wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the way it all used to be?
Step 10: Find a wasp in your bra. Hold clotheslines in a slightly less lofty esteem. Be glad the wasp wasn’t in Sylvia’s diaper.
So. clotheslines. I promised a blog contest, and this is it: Leave your two cents about clotheslines in the comments. Are they the best things ever or more trouble than they’re worth? Have you ever lived in a neighbourhood where clotheslines were outlawed? What if you live in a smoggy city (I’m looking at you, Claire). Do you have a special secret to pegging out clothes? Has a left-handed mitt ever knocked off your nose?
The winner, whose name will be drawn our of a laundry basket, will receive a batch of homemade biscotti made with their choice of nuts/chocolate combination. Can be shipped via airmail, but special consideration may have to be made if the winner is an international reader (Again, Claire – you listening?).
Bonus batch to whoever can cite the source of the left-handed mitt quote.