“You guys! You guys! Know what the best feeling is, ever? You shave your legs. You put on baby lotion. And you go to bed between clean sheets that had been dried on the clothesline!”
Ginny had something there. Decades later I’m still a fan of line-drying.
True, it has certain pressures and perils not inherent in the gas/electric versions. One must keep a practiced eye on the weather and the rain clouds. Birds have been known to mistake a clothesline for a restroom. Spiders occasionally leap from clothespin to clothespin, dragging their flycatchers with them. A healthy breeze is the only substitute for the ‘permanent press’ cycle. Windless days make for limp clothes. That healthy breeze might also be responsible for carrying imperfectly pegged items, including unmentionables, into the neighbor’s yard.
But oh, the delights of line drying! They outweigh the drawbacks.
Your arms, legs and waist get a workout.
Your skin soaks up Vitamin D.
You have bragging rights among the most vociferous of environmentalists.
Almost all your senses—sight, smell, hearing and touch—are engaged.
That first night on fresh, sun dried sheets is the best sleep of the week.
Not everyone has the space, time, or desire to line-dry clothing. I know and love many of these folks. But I spare them a smidgen of pity that they’ll never know the clean joy of climbing between air-dried sheets with freshly shaved and lotion-slathered legs.