Monday, May 03, 2010

When Our Dryer Breaks...

(*cue emotional music*)

...I tell him that it is not an emergency. Because it's not. We still have heat and water. And light. Our food is still cold. The internet still works. We can deal, for a while, without a dryer.

And actually, we have alternatives. These alternatives come with a whole box of springless clothespins that we found here in a wooden box.

Solar and wind! Harness the awesome POWER! Also, free. Harness the awesome freedom from having to buy $60 dryer parts!!!

Do you like how the clothes line is right next to the old outhouse?

Right now, I don't know why we haven't done this the entire time. (Mo, its called WINTER. And also LAZINESS. Oh right. Thanks.) Maybe in a few weeks, I'll change my tune about this. I will decide that trying not to drop the wet laundry into the freshly mown grass clippings while yelling at Duke to get out of the basket through a mouthful of old-tymey clothes pins is a pain in the ass.

I don't know.

Maybe I won't. Look, call me kinky, but sometimes I dig playing 40's housewife. (With a college degree and the legal right to open my own bank account.)

I have to be honest here-I don't really smell the sunlight in my clothes, or anything. I hate to break it to you all, but dryer sheets do not smell like the actual outdoors. A whiff of my authentically line-dried PJs does not evoke spring rain and wildflower meadows. Unless you count the pollen accumulation, which I don't, because I don't have allergies.

Wendy thinks that we don't need a fixed dryer, either, because this gives us a capital excuse to go outside.

"Come push me on the swing."
"Don't you have laundry to hang, woman?"


Dear Baby Jesus,
I just wrote a whole blog entry about laundry. Please send me more employment soon.
Handmade Apron Fetish in PA.

1 comment:

  1. i have allergies. guess whom