Domestic Goddess

There's nothing quite line clothesline dried linens.
I love the feel of crisp sheets and unwrinkled shirts baked by the sun's rays.
No ironing, no drier lint.
Just clean clothes that smell of fresh air.

We have a drier in our apartment (which is a rarity in these parts).
But electricity is grossly overpriced and therefore drying clothes in the modern machine is a bit hard on our wallets. So we purchased a long string at the grocery store and created our own clothesline. I must say that I'm pleased as punch (still not really sure what that expression means by the way). Laundry is suddenly more therapeutic...okay not really. It's still a drab domestic duty. But there really is something romantic about clotheslines and so I will continue to do my laundry.

Until we get back to the states that is.

Then I'll hire someone to do my laundry.

Or at least I'll dream about it.

By then hopefully I'll have given birth to slaves...I mean children that will do it for me.

Love,

The Domestic Goddess.