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secondly, I am now on Twitter! I just started this morning so don't know my way around....I am under Stitchincrazy so follow me if you are on there too.....and I will follow you also....
Today is supposed to be warm and windy..perfect for hanging laundry....and wouldn't you know it? our washer isn't working properly....it doesn't go through the spin cycle as it should so I have to fool it and rinse everything twice..the dryer hasn't worked properly for months...and we've been saving to get it fixed...(no more credit cards for us)....soon, I might be beating the clothes on rocks in the river at this rate! LOL
Great idea to have a separate link with the recipes!!!! Didn't know we could do that!
ReplyDeleteLOVE the picture! We never had a dryer when I was growing up, and I remember the sagging clotheslines and frozen sheets!
The hardest thing in the world for me was to learn to live debt free with no credit cards, etc. I didn't know I was so addicted and I felt a deep panic when I cut them all up. But it is so freeing. It's a whole new world to save for things instead of the "buy now, pay later" rat race. Hope your washday goes better next time!!!!
I know..my parents seldom used credit cards and when they did, paid it right away..just for small items big things were saved up for.
ReplyDeleteLove that pic, that is quite the clothes-prop:) Great idea for the recipes too!!!
ReplyDeleteYour picture brought back many memories. There is nothing to compare with sheets blowing in the wind and then climbing beneath them so wonderfully fresh smelling. I hang my laundry out every chance I get. In the summer it dries in 10 minutes.
ReplyDeleteOh, my, what memories that picture brought. We always hung our laundry. I remember when it rained for days -- then, sunshine. Mom quickly did some laundry -- sheets and towels -- we hung them out.
ReplyDeleteThen the rain began again and the laundry got so heavy with water that the lines broke, dumping all the clothes into the muddy water under the lines. I took the Radio Flyer wagon and picked them up and pulled it back to the house where my mother re-washed them, crying the whole time. I didn't understand then, why she cried, but in later years I thought about that day often.