My Cape Cod Clothes Line Last Week
Let’s take a moment to talk laundry. For me, a New Englander, nine months of the year it’s pure drudgery. But every summer when the warm sun and soft breeze invite line drying, it becomes less of a chore. In fact, it actually inspires!
Of course the benefits of drying the wash outside are numerous: it saves energy, the clothes feel fresher, smell better and are easier to fold. Sure, it takes longer to hang them on the line, but it’s sooo much more rewarding than throwing them in the dryer. Why? I find it slows me down. It makes me actually experience this menial task, making it less of a chore. Instead of a plastic thingy, I cart my Cape laundry in an antique, cedar basket which squeaks a bit when I carry it. If I have more items than the line can hold, I take out my vintage, wooden, folding rack which looks quite adorable with the kids’ wash on it. In fact, when you pay attention, there’s kind of an art to it. And once you pay attention, you notice all kinds of things.
Like how dynamic laundry on the line is. It reacts to light and air – taking on dramatic back lighting or reflecting the setting sun; fluttering hypnotically in a light breeze or flapping violently in a gale. It dresses itself in dappled shadows from the leaves and branches above or casts playful silhouettes of its own. And of course, it changes with every load – sometimes complementing, sometimes in contrast to the things around it. Some days I have zen whites, others cheery brights, but always it alters the mood in my yard.
It amazes me that some people think that clothes lines are ugly. I have to believe that those who think so are not really seeing the wash on the line. Perhaps they are locked in some idea of perfection – that somehow laundry doesn’t fit with their carefully manicured lawns. (Or maybe their neighbors really do have hideous sheets.) But I like clothes lines. And it turns out I’m not the only one. Just look at how laundry-on-the-line has inspired some of my flickr friends from around the world, and see if you too don’t start to see it in a whole new light.
Breezy by Kristin at Maine Momma, a wonderful photography/life journal that you should absolutely check out.
Clothes Line L’Amélie by Natalie Squire
Traditional Laundry, Malaysia, by Arthur Cha
Laundry, Netherlands, by Bianca de Blok
Havana Laundry by Vampire Black Cat.
Laundry Day by A River Runs Through It
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I agreed. Laundry lines fascinate me too! The flapping sound of laundry drying on the lines excites me (yes, I am weird.) It is a pity that line drying in somehow ‘discouraged’ in the US? While in other places such as Europe and Asia, it is ‘standard practice.’ I guess the cost of electricity contributes. How envious I am of you being able to line dry your laundry. Nothing beats the feel and smell of sun–kissed bed linen! Beautiful photo selection of laundry lines!
thanks for the include. i totally agree there is nothing like new england summers. it is the only reason we stand our long winters yes?
long live the laundry lines!
so so peaceful.
Really great blog. Have you seen my flourescent green boxers? I can’t seem to find them anywhere and I’m sure I put them in the laundry this week…
Ha!
Hi Justine,
Very nicely done. Thanks for including me.
Craig
lovely post Justine, you do have a knack for making the ordinary into extraordinary.
ha, and BTW Chad…as I pulled away from the cottage I noticed green boxers sailing down the street on the way to the beach. must have been yours
Thank you Justine for leaving the fluorescent green boxers out of the photo.