If you were walking down a city street, and a pair of panties dropped onto your head, what would you do?
Time to air out all the dirty laundry, people!
Last summer, in my post, 21 Rays of Sunshine, I touched on one of my favorite warm weather chores...hanging laundry on the line.
Yes, I'm fully aware of how disgustingly domestic this sounds, but it's the plain truth.
I really enjoy hanging our duds out there to sway in the breeze, and when I saw this post, "Monday, Laundry Day, New York City" on Buzzfeed.com, I suddenly had a lot more respect for the city dwellers who are hangin' their skivvies out to dry.
That's a whole lotta underwear up there!
Kinda beautiful in a totally bizarre way, huh?
And MAN, how I wish I could photograph a scene like this for myself...
I haven't had our laundry out yet this season, but I promise to dedicate a full post to celebrating line-drying clothes, country-style, soon.
|Laundry, New York City, c. 1934 by Marjorie Content|
Riveting, I know. Try to contain yourselves from combusting in the intoxicating anticipation.
Here's to hanging your underwear in the air, friends!
Have a sunny day!