I love this picture. It was taken at my parents house after one of our extended stays and accumulated laundry. I like to try and not leave extra work after we stay, and wash the linens we used before I head back home. This summer day was perfect for hanging clothes out to dry. I love feeling the sun on me as I hang the wet laundry. I love the smell of clean breezing by me in the wind. I love the memories it brings. The old clothesline at our house growing up. My grandmothers clothesline that was used continually-even in the cold Minnesota winters. I remember seeing Grandpa’s jeans and shirts frozen solid hanging there.
Now I have one of my own. Well, sort of… I don’t have a yard, yet the sun shines in my windows. So, a couple of months ago Jonathan purchased me a drying rack to use in the house(my grandmother also had one of these, although it looked a little different). I like using it. I don’t use it every time I wash since it takes most of the day to dry and sometimes I need to do more than one load per day.
I have been trying to use it more than the dryer for many reasons. Save on cost of the electrical bill. Help clothing last longer. Memories. Despite these great reasons there was still the dryer with it’s ease of use, until yesterday.
Yesterday I washed a load of towels. I like drying the towels in the dryer, so they’re not so crunchy but soft and cozy. So, I placed the wet towels in the dryer and started it. Then an obnoxiously loud noise yells at me from the dryer and I panic. I try to, but can’t quite remember how to turn it off. There’s the start button… Ah, yes open the door… I open the door and it stops. Whew! I then smell a hot smell coming from the dryer. Great! Well, thank God I have a drying rack! I guess the other FOUR loads of laundry will have to wait till tomorrow… and the next day…