I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that I now have a clothesline and I love it. I love the wicker basket, the canvas pin bag and the wooden spring clothespins. I love spending extra time outdoors. I love the smell of sunshine on my sheets. I love listening to the birds as I pin the laundry to the line.
I do not love fighting the mosquitoes. But that everyday nuisance is a fact of life in Florida.
The appearance of this old-timey appliance is the result of my dear husband’s reluctant cooperation and my huge effort toward getting the essential pieces/parts. I had to be assertive with the “associate” who “helped” me at the local home improvement store.  He seemed unable to understand the ancient term “clothes line.”
Elin Kleopatra Danielson-Gambogi (Finnish painter, 1861-1919) A Sunny Day. Yes, clotheslines have been around for a long time.
First, I was shown a pricey, boxed, umbrella style contraption that likely required two burly, certified installers. Next up was a high tech mechanically engineered retractable cord. When I finally made myself clear–“I NEED A ROPE!”—the perplexed young man asked, ” Why? Would you like to see our dryers?” grrrrrr……. Continue reading
