Clothesline of Happiness


For years now I have wished for one of those expensive umbrella style close dryers  to set on my back deck. The sun really hits that side of the house and its pretty convenient to get to from my washing machine. But alas, I can never remember to order one when I have the money and money’s been getting tighter and tighter around here lately so its not really in the budget at this point.

I did however experience a brief break-from-reality a few weeks ago and purchased several new dresses and tops ALL of which must be hand washed and are NOT allowed to go into the electric dryer. Buying new clothes is something I do so rarely that I forget what it feels like in between times. Almost everything I currently own came from a thrift store of one kind or another. So I must admit the thought of taking care of these precious items intimidated me a bit, especially since I had spent the better part of my retirement (hahaha) on them.

After several wears of each new piece and no washings it became apparent to my husband that an intervention was needed.  No doubt I was in LOVE with my magical outfits but afraid to clean them due to the, “where the heck am I gonna lay out this entire dress to dry without the cat hairing it up or some other tragedy befalling it?” factor. So one day, and not a moment too soon, Dear Husband came home with a clothesline from the dollar store and a bag of wooden clothes pins. I think it cost about 5 bucks for the entire set up.

Hanging those blouses out to dry was like arriving at a point in life I had always longed for; a sophisticated yet simple and down to earth realm in which I found quiet self fulfillment and profound happiness. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the love of my husband, the richness of our life and the warm, beautiful sun.

This post is part of the Works for Me Wednesdays blog hop hosted by We are THAT Family


Works for Me Wednesday 7/21/10

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Last week I ran across this really cool blog called We Are that Family. The host of the site does a blog carnival called Works for Me Wednesday. Today, I am joining this fun way to share ideas on making life easier by linking to an earlier post of mine called Simple laundry powder you can make at home… that really works. Please click the banner and check out all the other great tips on the Works For Me Wednesday page.

Simple Laundry Powder You can Make at Home…that really works


The dog days of summer are upon us which means you’ll find me keeping busy with indoor projects until the heat wave is over. One of my favorite chill-out pastimes is making laundry powder. There are many reasons why making laundry soap is so fun.  It’s cheap, simple and practical, three of my favorite things. It is an all natural, simply packaged alternative to brand-named detergents and the Outlaw Goddess seems to have a thing for laundry.

Here’s the recipe:

2 cups of grated all natural soap

1 cup borax

1 cup washing soda

A few drops of your favorite essential oil (optional)

You just mix everything in a bowl and pour into a storage container. 1 tablespoon does an entire load!

What I do:

I make goats milk soap with milk from my own goats. I sell my soap at a local market. The soaps that don’t sell after so long wind up grated in the food processor and turned into laundry powder. Borax and washing soda can be hard to find so I order those ingredients online from Ace Hardware. They ship everything to my local store and I pick it all up there.

Hope y’all give this a try and let me know how it turns out.

This post is part of the Thrifty Thursday blog hop on Saved by Love Creations

Lay Flat to Dry


So the chickens led to the goats and to the garden and to more chickens and more goats and rabbits. But first there was the day my socks and panties went missing. There I was at the laundry mat on Moreland Ave., just back from the apartment where I had run to hang up my favorite bra, staring at an extra-large-front-loading dryer which 10 minutes before held every last pair of my socks and panties. EVERY pair…The dryer was completely empty.  As I stood peering into the shiny gray cylinder where my bikini briefs used to be and believing they would somehow reappear any minute, I had an epiphany. It was as if a thick fog in my mind which had hung on for longer than I could remember simply lifted and I knew in an instant what must be done. MOVE! I needed to move.  My health, happiness and possibly my future existence depended on it. It was Her, The Outlaw Goddess, my guardian angel reaching out to me, shaking my shoulders saying, “Wake up girl, you’re late! You don’t want to miss this. And besides, I’m counting on you.”