I live in a suburban neighborhood where things like this are not allowed. Can you imagine?
I'm going to get one anyway, and when the police come to arrest me for drying my laundry in the most wonderful way, maybe one of you can bail me out.
Then...I'll come home and hang out my towels and thumb my nose at the man.
'cause I'm a rebel, like that.
Oh, this is so sad Dihn..you're not serious? You can come bring your washing to me!
ReplyDeleteRonell
I KNOW! Ridiculous, really, this American obsession with creating perfect suburban neighborhoods. What's wrong with laundry drying on the line?
ReplyDeleteAnd I would LOVE to bring my washing to you, Ronell...maybe the sun in France would dry my clothes better than the sun here...
I've blogged before about how I miss seeing clothes drying on the clothesline. It is totally ridiculous to make rules against something that has monetary, environmental and aesthetic value. I think the sight of towels whipping in the wind is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a moment to see what this was. The colors and composition are beautiful, painterly. You can tell that to the cops as they drag you away!
ReplyDeleteMy clothesline will be up tomorrow. It is a collapsible one, so maybe I'll be able to fly under the radar with it!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks, Dan...let's just hope that the cops have a painterly aesthetic...
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Not allowed??? Phhhhbbbbbttttt....
ReplyDeleteI'll come bail you out. Dry Di, Dry!
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Thanks, Linda! Does that bail out only apply to laundry, or can I count on you in other situations, too?
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Love the photo! I agree with Dan, very painterly....AHEM. SOMEONE should paint it...SOMEONE with flair and talent. AHEM.
ReplyDeletei love photos of clothes drying on this line but this one is definitely the most unique that i've ever seen. glorious angle!!!
ReplyDeleteyou go rebel girl!!