On the first marginally warm day of the year, everyone loses their shit, including me.
In an uncharacteristic fit of spring-weather-inspired domesticity, I line-dried all my linens yesterday, pee-my-pants excited about how starchy and fresh-smelling they would be. I admit that before I got a hold of myself, I stood with a mug of coffee in the backyard, more or less watching them dry.
After the sun got my towels all good and unwet, I brought them in.
I missed one though. And then it got rained on. And then it froze stiff.
This is why the midwest is the home of people who constantly say "if you don't like the weather, wait a minute!". Also the home of frozen bath towels.
2 comments:
Oh what I would give for a line to dry some clothes on. p.s. you're writing is so beautiful Evie, you make every feeling and moment so vivid.
Ha, frozen towel. I never have a choice on the matter of line drying my clothes, they will always be line dried. It gets weird when you have to pin your little undies and then wonder about, what if someone walked by? But then I look outside and the whole world's unmentionables are out in the glory of the sun. Including cute baby sized unmentionables and socks. Never watched my clothes dry though. And the kind of clothes line in your picture looks nuts! Did you get tangled in it?
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