Tom's dryer is electric and our new place only has gas hook ups. We decided that instead of buying a new dryer, that we're going to experiment with hanging up our laundry on clothes lines.
My observations so far:
I can't let laundry pile up since I can only hang three loads at a time.
It's time consuming. Oddly, I don't mind it very much. I fall into a rhythm and it becomes meditative.
Permanent press doesn't work without dryer. I'm going to have to start ironing my clothes. I'm going to have to buy an iron.
It makes me feel really green. We're saving energy!
The clothes dry surprisingly fast. I can't wait to see how quickly they dry when it's 110 degrees outside.
It forces me to pay attention to what I'm wearing. I have to handle each piece of clothing. I realize that I buy a lot more clothing manufactured overseas than I care to admit, previously, even to myself. I make an effort to buy American-made clothes. Yeah, Dov Charney may be (allegedly) a letch, but at least his clothes didn't come from a sweatshop. Too bad I'm too old for Dickies.
It reminds me of an expression my friend Liz P. uses: Amish Chic. I may not hand knit my baby's clothes, but I wash them in Mrs. Meyers and hang them on a clothes line!
1 comment:
so 1950s!!!! I love it! At least it's been beautiful outside... it kind of looks enjoyable. Did I just say housework looks enjoyable? Beat me.
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