Laundry Woes

When I lived in Hoboken, one of the things I least looked forward to was doing laundry.  There wasn’t a washer/dryer in our building, so the options were either drop it off across the street to the dry cleaner for wash & fold (ah the best luxury – but SO out of my price range) or lug it down three blocks to the laundromat. Oh the time I spent semi-patiently waiting for my clothes to clean themselves up. After I left Hoboken, I vowed to never live somewhere without washer & dryer ever again.  

Let’s move it ahead to present day where I kinda got my wish. There is a washing machine on the property that we get to use for free – two loads a week in fact. But….there is no dryer; the only option is the clothesline that hangs in a sunny part of the yard next to the bamboo jungle. Initially I was excited about the clothesline phenomenon. It was something new and I was ready for my clothes to be sun kissed.

The first laundry attempt went ok… But apparently I had no knowledge on how to effectively hang clothes to dry AND where oh where do you put 40 pairs of socks after doing two loads of wash? Here’s the end result.

The following week I knew better and only washed one load of laundry and I thought we were in the clear….

…until it randomnly rained.

It’s all worth the experience. The feeling of hanging the laundry out to dry brings you back to a simpler time, plus a rewarding experience  in some weird way.  I’ll definitely welcome the return of the dryer, but for now, all is well.