I'm dreaming of a clothesline.
Everytime I hop onto Sharyn's blog she's doing laundry and making me envious. Not of the laundry part. But the clothesline. Nothing better than fresh clothes on the line. Nothing in the world beats that sun-drenched smell of clothes that have been hanging on the line all day. How I've missed that smell! Since I left home (10 years ago), I haven't lived at too many places with one.
One of those simple little dreams I have...a clothesline.
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When we lived in our condo, I had lines strung all over our one car attached garage. LOL
LOVE my clothesline! I even called the city before we moved here to make sure that it was okay to have one, else we wouldn't have moved here.
I hear you. I can't wait to have one again!
I'm thinking of doing one like on a pulley-thing because you will step out onto the porch from the laundry room. Then I won't have to go down any steps with the baskets. My Grandma Torola has one, like I'm talking about. (Not sure how to explain it exactly...)
I know what kind you mean. Eddy and Pearl had two of them for the longest time. One broke recently. We have the pulley wheels in the shed, and I am excited to get one up out at the house. I have some in town here, and I was kind of wondering what the neighbors thought the other day as I was hanging clothes. I always use the dryer for whites, so no whitey-tighties flying in the breeze.
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