Emptying the clothes hampers.
The scent of laundry detergent.
Hearing the water swishing in the washer.
Reveling in the fact that I don't need to use a washboard to scrub mud-splattered pants.
Hanging clothes outside in the bright sunshine.
Seeing all the towels hanging in order from darkest to lightest.Biggest to smallest.
Yes,I am picky like that.
White sheets flapping in the wind-reminding me of peace.
It makes my heart smile (Is that possible?) to save money by using the washline instead of the dryer.
I'm glad I live in the country where it's considered standard (not redneck) to hang it all out.
I'm talking about laundry!
Stacks of neatly folded clothes...only to have my son tear everything up.
The wonderful feeling knowing you have good smelling clothes in your drawers.
These pics are proof that I am the wife of a hard working man--check out the stains & holes.=)
sometimes,there's no money or perfume that can beat the smell of sun dried laundry.
Who knew laundry could look cute??