Dream Come True

May 6, 2013


Even though my family had one when I was a little girl, I took it for granted. And for the past 10 years or so, I’ve wanted one of my own. And finally, my wishing and hoping have paid off.

This past weekend,

I got my very own . . . clothesline!

The dryer stopped working on Thursday, the repairman couldn’t come until Monday, so we were forced to string up a make-do clothesline in the corner of the yard next to the Azalea bush. I scrounged around the house and found a few clothespins – some on bags of half-eaten chips, some holding the powdered sugar bag closed, but enough for a load of laundry.

It worked so well, now I want to make it permanent.

It didn’t hurt that the weather in Fairhope this past weekend was sunny, breezy and in the high 60’s. Of course, I reserve the right to revisit the idea of lugging wet laundry outside when the temps are in the low 100’s.

My son took a shower, and I waited.

Wait for it . . .  wait for it . . .


There it was.

A touch up with the iron, and they will be the best looking and freshest smelling Pirate shirts at school. 
For a few hours at least.

Other than that, the clothes smelled so good, and it was actually a soothing ritual hanging them out, then taking them in. Forced slowness. A nice, sunny break from the confines of the dungeon of a laundry room.

Who needs a loud automatic clothes dryer anyway? I’m going to be eco-friendly and retro-chic. I may even wear an apron.

I just heard twenty previous generations of women in my family turning over in their graves. Hey, it’s not like I’m churning butter or anything!

Happy laundry day to you too.

This story can be found along with other fun things at: Coastal Charm, Cedar Hill Ranch, Cozy Little House, Savvy Southern Style

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