The house was equipped with a compact two-in-one washer/dryer combo in the far corner of the kitchen, the kind I’d learned to dread during my semester in
I don’t live at Mrs. Bailey’s anymore and although my current laundry situation is much more straightforward with a separate washer and dryer, clothes don’t always come out of the dryer completely dry. Andy’s been known to gripe a teensy weensy little bit when his multitude of polarfleece pullovers gain a musty smell from being folded and put away damp. So the last time I did laundry, I strung a rope through the hooks on the downstairs ceiling (perhaps there for this very purpose) to hang the obviously still wet garments from. Which is how the Shack turned into a Chinese laundry on Saturday.
Navigation proved tricky, but not impossible. Still, it left me longing for an outdoor clothes line and the smell of sundried clothes. The smell of Shack dried clothes is fine, but not nearly so nice.
Whenever I travel in the UK and wind up with one of those two-in-one machines in the house, I groan. It takes about 5 hours to get anything dry.
ReplyDeleteMany communities here in the Sates ban one from hanging clothes out to dry on lines, but more and more people are fighting it, saying it's more ecologically responsible.