Heat Seeking Missile Molly Doodlebug on a Pile of Still Warm Jeans
I love my laundry line and use it all year round. Line dried clothes and sheets always smell so nice and fresh. And since our dryer only seems to have one heat setting these days—flame—using a clothesline not only saves electricity but severe disappointment as well. Who knew it was possible to shrink all your favorite t-shirts in one five minute stretch?
Around this time of year, though, my hardheaded determination to avoid the dryer means that a mountain range of dirty laundry starts slowly taking over the bedroom thanks to endless days of rain and/or snow and/or temperatures down in teens. There's nothing more disconcerting than a flannel bedsheet hanging frozen and stiff on the line (just ask my confused California foodie mom who is always willing to help whittle down that annoying laundry mountain when she visits, no matter what the season).
And while I'd rather let the laundry pile up and simply dress from the bottom of our clothing storage tubs (The Shack has a grand total of one little closet) than take a chance turning my favorite tees to size extra extra small, once in a while a pile of towels or Joe's jeans does emerge warm from the dryer—and The Doodle is on it faster than you can say snuggle up.
Want to see more of 4½ pound, 14-year-old Molly Doodlebug (who is, as always, purring on my lap as I type this)?
7/10/05: Meet Molly Doodlebug—aka The Doodle Monster
7/21/05: Warning—This Tea May Disrupt Your Sleep
9/3/05: Photoshoot Inspector
9/24/05: Window Washing
11/12/05: Cat in the Cookies
1/28/06: Weekend Cat Blogging
2/18/06: Herban Cat Crossing
4/1/06: Double Image
4/15/06: Cat in the Box
4/30/06: You Definitely Don't Want To Be on Her Bad Side
5/18/06: Big Day for a Little Lamb (scroll down to see Doodle)
7/1/06: Sharing Your Snack with a Lamb in the Living Room
9/10/06: Outside and Looking for Trouble
10/31/07: Happy Halloween!
1/7/08: Cute Things Come in Little Packages
9/1/09: Bright Light, Little Kitty
© Copyright 2009 FarmgirlFare.com, the washed and somehow eventually dried foodie farm blog where clothes can get pretty dirty, pretty quickly. I do my best to get out stains, but I'm not a miracle worker—and most of the time it doesn't matter. I can be freshly laundered head to toe and after five minutes outside you'd never know it. Joe says our laundry goes by the sniff test rather than the looks test: it may not look clean, but that's okay as long as it smells clean.