It’s up! Our lovely little laundry line is up!
(Please keep your eyes on the laundry, not the brown grassless ground. You don’t see that , it is only an illusion…)
It isn’t fancy, but it is mine and it cost a whole whopping $1 and some kisses for Sweet Man to help me get it tied tight.
Someone asked me why I would want a laundry line, wouldn’t it be too much trouble?
For me it is the opposite of trouble. It is lovely. I love the total lack of multi-tasking. It is an utterly singular task. Hanging clothes. Taking them down. Repeat a few hours later. That is all.
It’s amazing the space it opens up in my brain for thinking and mulling and pondering and humming.
The line is all the way across the backyard, which isn’t far but it isn’t right out the door either, and the line is a long one with a heavy basket on my hip. After one load I knew I needed a new a solution or this was going to kill my back and ruin all the fun.
(again, please pay no attention to the areas which should have grass but don’t. I forgot to call the guys with the green spray paint cans to come and spray the yard before I took these pictures.)
My make-do solution? I combined my wheely market basket (that has been sorely neglected since my professional flea-marketing days ended,) with this great collapsible patchwork hamper I picked up on clearance a few months ago. The combination is absolutely perfect, adorable and back-pain free.
So there you have it, a lovely clothesline for my lovely tablecloths and tea towels…and whatever else may turn up in my laundry basket!