Did I ever mention that I'm a genius? I've mentioned that once or twice, right? I'm sure I must have. Well, just in case: I'm a genius.
Um. Sort of.
We live in north Texas. Which is basically to say, "We live in a high-plains, desert-like hell the likes of which could inspire Dante to further greatness." Er. Or something. My point being, in summer it is hot. Really really hot. And windy. Really really windy. It's also, not coincidentally, sunny 342 days of the year (I made that up, but it's fairly accurate). This perpetual sunshine is, in fact, one of the reasons we have the only joint NATO air training base in the country. Lots of flying days. Which is great if you're a Turkish pilot. Or my laundry.
See, when we moved here from New Zealand, I swore as God as my witness, I would never dry laundry outside again! (You have to imagine, y’know, big sweeping music and me ripping laundry off the line like so many curtains from the decrepit home of Scarlett O'Hara.) And of course in Texas, nobody expects you to hang your laundry outside so it was oh-so-easy to comply with this heart-rending goal.
Except, there's all that fabric. Soooo much fabric. And it's been sitting in yard bags while I get around to washing it all. You remember the whole my-cat-has-fleas-from-our-neighbor-kid scenario, right? Well, when I realized the cat was sleeping in my fabric closet, out it all came into yard bags. And there it all sat until I could get around to washing it.
Because that's allotta fabric to dry, people.
Enter the Husband, a power drill and three retractable clothes lines. Up go the yards of fabric as they come out of the washer. And, people! Do you know how fast laundry dries in hell?? Super fast! Like, if it's sunny and breezy, in about 15 minutes (as opposed to, oh let's say, six days in NZ).
Good grief! Why didn't I ever think of this before?! Of course, new fabric I still have to machine-dry, because there’s always the possibility that I’ll machine-dry a garment I make from it. And we don’t wash in hot water. Although, if we’re going to start hanging the laundry, I guess we could start washing in hot water… hmm… so many laundry conundrums… hot or cold water?… To bleach or not to bleach?… What about the liquid fabric softener?! Oh, the pressure.
Anyway. Hanging the laundry. I like it.
And here's a bonus: It makes an awesome design board. This is what I pulled out of the bag randomly and yet look how pretty all that looks together.
A total fluke that it all coordinates (that floral has orange and purple in it exactly the colors of the knit and denim hanging next to it). You get such a better overall picture when the fabric's extended full-length, don't you? Of course, if I had my way, the entire world would just be one backyard strung with clothes lines and hung with pretty fabric.
I should get my way more often.
I know, it's really dumb to be proud of thinking to hang up the laundry. But honestly I don't know one person in this town who would even consider such a thing. And in all fairness, hanging laundry here can pose some difficulties. For one thing, all that sunshine and wind does produce a lot of dust and dirt blowing around. So you wouldn't want to leave your clean clothes out for too long or they wouldn't be clean anymore. But for 20 minutes? Brilliant.
It also makes a great backdrop for backyard silliness.