Some things we took for granted, and among them was drying clothes on a clothes line. Certainly not the speediest method, but there’s a charm to the process that isn’t matched by a dryer. Time didn’t seem as pressing back then. People had patience. Our lives weren’t timed in fifteen minute increments.
When you hang clothes on the line, the way your clothes smell can change with the seasons. Some say clothes always smell better when hung on a line, and I’m tempted to agree. There’s also the possibility that a little nature gets into the fabric, carried on the wind and permeating the fibers, which of course gets in your pores and your lungs. And scientists are finding out what our ancestors already knew, breathing in nature in a good way to develop immunities with nature.
Is it any accident that as our homes become more sterile, and we spend less time exposed to the world around us, we grow allergic to more things?
A lot of communities have gone as far as to ban clothes lines. It turns out that drying your clothes while saving energy costs and damage to the environment is considered tacky.
I don’t know … maybe I’m getting old, and I certainly hated having to do it at the time, but I find myself missing the flapping of sheets on the line and the smell of clothes hung outside on a fall day. Sometimes the old ways were certainly the best.