Line Dried Laundry

I have fallen in love with a few appliances in my time.  When we went from a  hand-me-down, the best money could buy, 1989, 19 inch TV to a 50 inch plasma flat screen, I sat on the couch for two weeks straight watching every national geographic special in existence:  the colour and picture clarity blew my mind.  I am also grateful for our dishwasher.  I love that thing, and it is one of our home's busiest work horses.  I cannot rave enough about our water pic - it makes flossing a breeze.  I'm also mad for in-home laundry.   Having schlepped my clothes to a laundry mat for many years, I'll never take our washing machine for granted, never. 

And this summer I've discovered something equally wonderful:

Line dried laundry.  It's marvelous.  When it's dry it smells like the sun.  When I fold line dried clothing its crisper, as if I've starched it, which makes folding much easier.  To borrow one of Marnie's terms the whole experience is "beauteous".

I bought this bad boy five years ago from Lee Valley and it sat in storage until this summer.  The day my father in law mounted it onto our new deck I started hanging clothes to dry.  It sort of looks like a rocket launcher and when I pull the string it unfolds into this great laundry rack.  (I want to throw in a dirty joke here but I'll leave it to your imagination.)

The best part is how much it reminds me of my grandmother's cottage outdoor rotary clothesline.  All my cousins and I hung our bathing suits and towels to dry right after afternoon swim, just before five o'clock drinks.  It's funny how nostalgia will fuel you.

I just spent a blog post raving about line dried laundry.  I think I need to get out more...but it really does smell like sunshine.