Today, I'm hanging clothes out for the first time this spring. The weather is iffy, but I'm going for it. I figure if they get wet, it's rain water, the best there is...and they'll dry eventually.
Nothing stopped Grandma Fitzpatrick from hanging clothes - not even floods! |
Once again, I will jump into a bed made with freshly dried sheets - not just the smell of the outdoors but the stiff crisp FEELING of them.
1 - We used to find twigs and worms and other bugs snuggled into the creases as we took items out of the basket and folded them. All part of the process.
Once in, the clothes that required ironing would be separated from the rest. They were never ironed immediately but a bit later on, on another 'ironing day'. Until then they lived in a wood bushel basket, each layer sprinkled to prep for ironing. I loved the smell of freshly line-dried cotton, sprinkled with water, then the hissing of the iron as it glides over it. Wrinkles disappearing like magic. You get into a rhythm, it becomes meditative. It gives the mind times to relax, heal...go on vacation.
I love the photo and caption of great grandma fitzpatrick...
ReplyDeleteI Love, Love, Love to hang out clothes. Especially sheets - awwww the smell. And towels, I like the ruffness on them
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