Laundry Line Love

I love my laundry line. You know that already. In the spring, summer, and fall, if I see the sun peeping through my curtains in the morning, I jump out of bed and throw a load in the washer. I love getting a load of clothes on the line early enough to take it off by noon, in time to get another load on for the afternoon. LOVE. It is a strong emotion.


My mother-in-law found me the wool hanging while visiting Nova Scotia. The wall hanging that caught her eye had a blond laundry line-r, but she was able to snag the brunette for me. She suggested to hang it where I exit the house to go out to my line. I walk past that spot 100 times a day--it will remind me of things to come after this loooong winter.

I needed some cool accessories. I love my cute clothespin bag that Amy from Vancouver made.

It was a dream come true when I found Missy hanging up teatowels on Ike's crawling contraption thingy. She was playing laundry line! I beamed with pride, and called the Grandmas. I even shared my precious clothespin bag with Missy.