tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post115999859666626674..comments2024-02-15T23:41:36.425-08:00Comments on SIMPLY WAIT: 10 REASONS I LOVE TO HANG MY CLOTHES ON THE LINEPatry Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160267446064640942006-10-07T17:30:00.000-07:002006-10-07T17:30:00.000-07:00And not to forget the heavenly fragrance of the fr...And not to forget the heavenly fragrance of the fresh air that lingers long after on the cottons and woolsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160263218081808082006-10-07T16:20:00.000-07:002006-10-07T16:20:00.000-07:00Oh, this rings so true with me. To hang your washi...Oh, this rings so true with me. To hang your washing out in the sun and breeze is one of the small joys of life! That is now I have the TIME to enjoy it and don't have to rush out to a 9-5 job etc.<BR/>In Australia, the sky is so blue, so high. The Magpies and Kookaburras warble and laugh. The Eucalypts smell divine and our Dog will always jump up and let me know when the washing machine has finished and 'WE' must hang the washing out!<BR/>And sun dried laundry just begs you to push your nose in it and inhale!herhimnbrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182397064631016552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160244783717120382006-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:002006-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:00Yes, as your adorable link confirms (love that gra...Yes, as your adorable link confirms (love that graphic so much!), a monarch is a butterfly, not a moth. It is one of a whole type of butterflies referred to as "fritillaries." Fritillary butterflies are those very large butterflies with the wings that look like Art Nouveau stained glass, in black, yellows and oranges. They are very, very fond of buddleia (butterfly bushes, aka summer lilacs). When I have grown buddleia, I have had them in my yard right up until the first serious frost came along each year and killed off all the blossoms; these flowers also attracted beautiful white moths at night.<BR/><BR/>As for doing laundry outside, when I was in my twenties, lived alone (but for the cats) and had no money, sometimes really not even a single quarter, I would wash my laundry in the bathtub using the cheapest dish detergent I could find (Crystal Octagon, lemon scent; I used it for shampoo, too, when I was poor enough). Then I would hang each garment (or sheet or towel) on a plastic hanger from the gutters of the converted garage I rented. It was a lot of work, but as long as it didn't rain on them, my clothing always smelled very nice -- and my house always looked ridiculous. A clothesline would have been a serious improvement.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160165587401064932006-10-06T13:13:00.000-07:002006-10-06T13:13:00.000-07:00Mary: I look forward to seeing photos of your clot...Mary: I look forward to seeing photos of your clothesline once you get settled!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160161889656895042006-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:002006-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:00One of the things I have promised myself when I mo...One of the things I have promised myself when I move is an outdoor clothes line... maybe that is really my main reason for moving???<BR/><BR/>Beautiful photo Patry. Brought back memories ..Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15022751588711849162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160146457666933822006-10-06T07:54:00.000-07:002006-10-06T07:54:00.000-07:00r: That could be the 11th reason. It's a great tim...r: That could be the 11th reason. It's a great time to yak (how do you spell that damn word anyway?) with friends. <BR/><BR/>colleen: And a prize winning reason # 12--it's a form of folk art!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160145154160896482006-10-06T07:32:00.000-07:002006-10-06T07:32:00.000-07:00Me too! I love to hang clothes and see them flappi...Me too! I love to hang clothes and see them flapping in the open air. You don't need fabric softener either! Clothesline are like folk art to me!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160140324489811482006-10-06T06:12:00.000-07:002006-10-06T06:12:00.000-07:00I saw one yesterday day too. I have memories of yo...I saw one yesterday day too. I have memories of you hanging your laundry while we yacked. :Drdlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04062856086277201874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160103845445622262006-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:002006-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:00zhoen: Aunt Evelyn sounds like my kind of woman.me...zhoen: Aunt Evelyn sounds like my kind of woman.<BR/><BR/>melly: I'm emailing!<BR/><BR/>vickie: I'm glad you asked me about it, becuase it challenged me to look them up and learn something. Their migration is a wonder to behold.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160102671026089632006-10-05T19:44:00.000-07:002006-10-05T19:44:00.000-07:00I stand corrected. My memory gets faulty with age...I stand corrected. My memory gets faulty with age...lol. I do like your ideas though. I hadn't thought of Monarchs for years. We used to catch them as kids. I just don't see too many of them any more.Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160099959981669402006-10-05T18:59:00.000-07:002006-10-05T18:59:00.000-07:00Patry, sorry to be straight to the point, but I se...Patry, sorry to be straight to the point, but I seem to have lost your email (I'm pretty sure I had it at some point) and can't find it anywhere now.<BR/>Anyways, re banner. If you need hlep, email me:<BR/>allkindsmelly[at]gmail[dot]comMellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17461471128865537538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160095586250193702006-10-05T17:46:00.000-07:002006-10-05T17:46:00.000-07:00I used to help Aunt Evelyn hang out her laundry. ...I used to help Aunt Evelyn hang out her laundry. I loved the feel of wet sheets slapping against my body in the cool air.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160095129727624062006-10-05T17:38:00.001-07:002006-10-05T17:38:00.001-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160095082935845592006-10-05T17:38:00.000-07:002006-10-05T17:38:00.000-07:00robin: Still laughing here. Between you and Tish, ...robin: Still laughing here. Between you and Tish, I think you wrote a pretty damn good 10 reasons NOT to.... The time and the hauling did turn me into a dryer person for a while. But since I seem to do my best thinking while I'm hanging the clothes, I decided it wasn't such a waste after all. Those homeowner associations could make a pretty persuasive argument though. <BR/><BR/>lorna: A. Welcome, welcome to the book club. I'm going to have to tally up our members.<BR/><BR/>And B. You brought back a lot of memories with your laundry recollections. Bottom line: it got better for me, too.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160093854329041872006-10-05T17:17:00.000-07:002006-10-05T17:17:00.000-07:00A. I want to book-clubB. hanging out the wash is...A. I want to book-club<BR/><BR/>B. hanging out the wash is a reminder to me of the time when I had no dryer, and either hung my clothes over the railings and bed fixtures to dry, or put them in a little red wagon, dressed up my kids and took them to the laundromat where they got to play with Bounce sheets---then it got worse. My soon-to-be-ex husband showed up in a pickup truck with a dryer in it---I just stared at it in horror every time I went past it, thinking he'd put an invisible chain around my ankle linking me to him and the dryer. Then it got worse, I found out he'd put the dryer on my Sears account. Then it got better; I honoured the dryer for its amazing ability to dry clothes and heat half the apartment, and I still love getting my warm, lavender-smelling clothes out of the dryer downstairs in the building laundry room ( in which I have no emotional reaction to the machines) and folding them before they get those tumbled-in-a-basket creases.Lornahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08976144449873569523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160079685999648762006-10-05T13:21:00.000-07:002006-10-05T13:21:00.000-07:00Just a few of the reasons I don’t think it would b...Just a few of the reasons I don’t think it would be a good idea to hang my clothes out on a line:<BR/>--I wouldn’t want to see any phone lines catching fire with people calling the Homeowners Association.<BR/>--Sunny breezes leave clothes smelling fresh, but I’m guessing that the muddy dog prints of an animal whose greatest wish is to smell like essence of carcass would not. And that’s not even to mention the tug of war potential inherent in a nice stretchy sweater.<BR/>--Hanging clothes on the clothesline would cause the horror-chore that is laundry to involve even more hauling, time, and, well, time. And hauling. I’m aiming for less in these categories. Think disposable clothing. Think edible clothing. Think spray paint. Spray paint comes in textures now, you know. It could work.<BR/> <BR/>It would, however, be fun to buy an assortment of humongous footy pajamas with the little backdoor panels and make a free-flowing privacy fence. Yep, I think that would get interesting in short order.<BR/><BR/>Though if I could be one of those white shirts right now, I think I would be. :~)<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Patry. You made it sound worth it for a minute there. <BR/><BR/>LOL. I didn't read through all the responses before I wrote this. I didn't even think of bees and other creepy-crawlies. Yikes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160076384987822852006-10-05T12:26:00.000-07:002006-10-05T12:26:00.000-07:00fred: The only time my clothes are out at 7 a.m. a...fred: The only time my clothes are out at 7 a.m. are if I put them there the day before. Hats off to your neighbor!<BR/><BR/>curmudgeon: My mother encountered the same problem when she moved into her neighborhood. She still does a great imitation of one of her neighbors, as he complained in his elegant diction about the unpleasant sight of her "luawn-dry on the loyne." (Or something like that; I think you'd have to hear it.) And like you she continues to use the sun and wind to dry her clothes.<BR/><BR/>left-handed: I would so much love to hear your insights on this book! Yes!!!<BR/><BR/>robin andrea: In your climate, you could probably use the line year round. <BR/><BR/>mb: You are absolutely right! How did I ever forget that?<BR/><BR/>donna: That is one real advantage of the dryer. It removes the fur, hair and lint from black clothes. p.s. Love those goldens. We have a black lab mix & a jack russell.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160068340353061622006-10-05T10:12:00.000-07:002006-10-05T10:12:00.000-07:00If I did that, my clothes would have even MORE gol...If I did that, my clothes would have even MORE golden retriever fur all over them....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160063852256642182006-10-05T08:57:00.000-07:002006-10-05T08:57:00.000-07:00You didn't mention my number one reason: they smel...You didn't mention my number one reason: they smell so good afterward!MBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14515233228776181123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160062107683776102006-10-05T08:28:00.000-07:002006-10-05T08:28:00.000-07:00I think when we finish shingling the house, and we...I think when we finish shingling the house, and we're definitely getting close, I'll ask Roger to put up a clothesline. There really isn't anything like feel of cloth when it has dried in the sun and wind. Nice reminder, Patry.robin andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06386655587963143782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160059578378737082006-10-05T07:46:00.000-07:002006-10-05T07:46:00.000-07:00I will go ahead and jump into the "Half of a Yello...I will go ahead and jump into the "Half of a Yellow Sun"--even though I have books delivered to me every day and I'm always behind(book reviewer for a family mag, did I mention that?)...b/c these are not the kinds of books I usually get to review. So, yes...reading for enlightenment and discussion. <BR/><BR/>I LOVE the laundry on the line as well, though I admit I don't have one anymore. Maybe next year...Left-handed Trees...https://www.blogger.com/profile/06057727021295729384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160057629306655652006-10-05T07:13:00.000-07:002006-10-05T07:13:00.000-07:00We could feel the disapproval from the neighborhoo...We could <EM>feel</EM> the disapproval from the neighborhood when we put up our clotheslines... and, no, not in the front yard either.<BR/><BR/>It's too bad for them; we still use them -- but 41°? No, I think fred's neighbor has taken it to an extreme. There's a crisp, almost starchy feeling that line-dried clothes have -- frozen in place is not the same thing.The Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14723009641287783218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160056681283038322006-10-05T06:58:00.000-07:002006-10-05T06:58:00.000-07:00When I left the house this morning at 7 am it was ...When I left the house this morning at 7 am it was 41 degrees. My neighbor lady already had her clothesline full of sheets and clothes.Fred Garberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06308938520063396329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160056436054140982006-10-05T06:53:00.000-07:002006-10-05T06:53:00.000-07:00susan: (x-posted) How fascinating! I'm off to chec...susan: (x-posted) How fascinating! I'm off to check out your friend's documentary. Meanwhile, can't wait to see your litter! And if you want to write a little guest post to go with it, that would be great, too!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1160056291054512972006-10-05T06:51:00.000-07:002006-10-05T06:51:00.000-07:00chiefbiscuit: Thanks for noticing the photos. I ac...chiefbiscuit: Thanks for noticing the photos. I actually took a few pictures of my own towels and undies waving in the breeze (complete with cat) but this one was so much prettier. Meanwhile, I will think of you there in New Zealand hanging your clothes today when I go out with mine.<BR/><BR/>Could it be the start of yet another blog club? The Clothesline Sisterhood...maybe once a month we could all post photos of ourselves doing something that promotes conservation and connects us to the earth in some small way.<BR/><BR/>Oh god, somebody stop me...it's the red pepper syndrome all over again.<BR/><BR/>ainelivia: Thank you! I'm going to try that today. <BR/><BR/>tinker: My husband and I have a similar (unspoken) agreement when it comes to books. If he gets one, I deserve one, too! And vice-versa. Good luck finding the book in the library; and if you end up buying it, maybe your husband could read it too? In any case, so happy you're on board!<BR/><BR/>Tish: LOL. All of your fears have happened on my clothesline--and then some. Right now I'm engaged in a battle of wills with a furry white centipede, the likes of which I've never seen before. It glommed onto one of my hand towels three days ago, and refuses to leave.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.com