by Michelle
14. July 2009 14:52
My mom hung out all of the clothes in our backyard, even our underwear (and her bras.) My memories of clothes on the line -- running through them, the smell of the soap and the cool wet of the cloth on my hot face. Now, I only hang out the sheets and towels, mostly. Sometimes I hang out my nighties because they smell so nice and feel so crisp after blowing in the wind. I was hanging clothes on Saturday and there is a unique sense of accomplishment or satisfaction that comes with clothes on the line. The neat rows and clothespins tucking the fabric neatly to the lines.
I try to use the dryer as little as possible. I will hang everything on hangers in the laundry, except socks and (undies) because it is too hard to hang those items on a hanger. I do this because it is my little contribution to the environment.
These are memories I'd like to put in a Memoir of Me book. Alyssa running through through the sheets and Tucker mowing under them.
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