‘Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry’

I have laundry on the line. Navy blue flannel sheets, a white blanket, a pair of my son’s tiny pants, an even tinier pair of socks, one bra. We installed the line and pulleys a few weeks ago. Tom, my husband, used some green army rope, leftover from his combat engineer days, to tie theContinue reading “‘Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry’”