I am the first to admit that I love the smell of freshly hung out clothing, especially sheets. There is just something so comforting about the smell of sun-dried sheets when you go to bed at night. My husband loves to have his work clothes, and, for that matter, his everyday clothes too, hung up so that they don’t shrink and last longer. We even have lines strung in our basement so that we can hang up the laundry all winter long. It saves energy, and it keeps the dryer from being overused.
|Actual Picture Of My Outdoor Clothesline|
So what’s the problem? It’s me, the queen of the vertically challenged(at least in our household). I am 4’11″, and hanging up laundry is torture to me. I am not kidding, it is! It’s not bad when I am hanging things up outside, because I have a pole dryer, and it’s not super tall. It’s when I need to hang up things in the cellar that things get dicey.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful that I have a home, and two places where I can get my laundry hung up. I love doing things that make my husband happy and content. But having to use the step stool all the time to hang things in the cellar is such……work! The routine goes something like this: piece of clothes out of basket, shake vigorously, go up the step stool, hang the laundry, down the step stool, move the step stool and repeat the sequence. I guess I could look at it in the angle that I am getting some cardio in as well. And toning(if that was really the case I would have a rock hard posterior), too. Nope, that rationale just doesn’t cut it.
Being on that step stool when you are as short as I am is just plain hazardous. You move the wrong way, and BAM, you are on that well padded posterior, usually with the piece of clothing you were trying to hang draped on your head. You also run the risk of stepping on the many cat toys that conveniently find their way to right where you are working. And then there are the multitude of kids’ toys that congregate there as well. It can be a minefield. And last, but certainly not least, is the clothes pin phenomena that occurs. You know, the one clothes pin that decides to snap while you are stretching your absolute farthest to get that one final shirt hung up.
I have tried many things to get out of hanging things up. Misplacing the clothes pin baskets, hiding the hangers, and forgetting where I put the step stool. Nope, doesn’t work. Whining about it doesn’t, either. And not washing for long periods of time just make it worse. I suppose I could make my almost 6′ hubby hang them up, but he works hard all day, so hanging laundry shouldn’t be what he needs to do when he gets home.
So tell me, blog readers, what do you do to make hanging clothes safe and easy?