Clothesline, Oh Clothesline
Please indulge me with my clothesline fetish. It’s a bit weird and maybe creepy to some but I can’t get enough.
The small white kitchen towels don’t do it. The underwear, never. The jeans might. We are such a jeans family.
But hang a bunch of towels up and I can’t stay away. I must go out and watch. I am compelled to observe the towels blowing in the breeze.
They are like the waves on the beach. Always changing. I’m just going to watch a little longer. And take pictures of course, to torture my readers.
And if you think that’s freaky you haven’t seen me with the quilts.
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I wash sheets and blankets just so I can hang them out to dry. Even the curtains come down for washing. My daughter thinks I’m mental. I just love watching it all dance in the breeze.
i have the same fetish. clothesline time (a daily thing) is my version of “me” time.
Ironing fetish, yes. Clothes line fetish, no. You’re all weird. ;-) I do love the smell of sheets and towels fresh off the line though.
I, too, have a clothesline fetish. Have you seen the febreeze commercials where the people fall down and inhale the carpet or whatever was sprayed with toxic chemicals/febreeze because they think it smells so good?
That’s me. only with towels and sheets and clothes that have been hung on the line. I randomly grab line-dried items and inhale deeply . . . that line-dried scent is addictive. :-)
did you build those clothes lines?
very nice
I love watching clothes flowing in the wind.
Here it would be standing straight out sideways from our high winds
I wish I could say that I like my clothes dried on a clothesline, but unfortunately we seem to have too many birds in our backyard, because I can’ seem to hang my clothes outside w/o several of them being ‘hit’. :-p
You’re right, though…it is hypnotizing.
Kristin, The more I read the more I realize you’re a weirdo.
I already knew this. You think I didn’t see you sniffing my laundry but I did.
Love clotheslines. Just got a fabulous new galvanized clothesline as one of my birthday gifts. Oh yeah. Now I want another one. And hubby says I can get pulleys. New clothesline setup. So stoked.
Love all your clothes blowing in the breeze Katie.
And Kristen, I’m off to iron. I, too, love a nice ironed shirt. Considering I do 6 a week, plus boys’ shirts for church, I better love it. Luckily little Cassie loves to iron too so I always have ironed cloth napkins, and all other linens I want ironed. She begs to do it.
See, Katie, Kim says I’m not so weird after all. (Thanks, Kim!!) Actually, since we got the cow, I rarely iron. There’s always butter and cheese to do. Does having a family cow make you weird?
Honey……I’m a 100% line dryer!
It’s the only way to go in my opinion.
Dryers are great in a pinch but you save a lot
of money line drying. I even line dry inside in the
winter and on rainy days…my laundry is equipped with lines. Nothing like a deep breath of sunshine windblown laundry……..I always press my nose into a load!
OK Katie! Bring on the quilts…I just can’t wait! I guess I must confess to having a fetish to ironing clothes…I’m sorry, but you see…it was my mother’s fault…she made me learn (with my two sisters) how to iron! Oh…and I love sheets drying in the breeze. As a kid I used to run through the sheets when they were dry (has to be dry sheets…mom could tell with wet sheets…guess I left handprints)! So… bring on the quilts…I’m anxiously waiting!
Hugs, Aunt Bea
P.S. About the cow patty…don’t agree to the cow patty unless the cow patty is dry…OK??! Remember… dry cow patty!!!
P.S.S. No, Kristin…having a cow doesn’t make you weird…busy maybe…but not weird. If you have an extra cow please send it to me…I have several butter churns that are just itching to be used!!!
You are right, Aunt Bea! Busy it is! I’m thinking, since I’m so pregnant and my poor, dear husband is left to make all the butter, and we do have a guest house of sorts (no cow patties, wet or dry), that you could come and stay with us for a bit and churn butter to your heart’s desire!! If you don’t mind coming to Tennessee for a while, that is.