I borrowed a box of “stuff” from Beth, for a project I am working on. Inside I found
I know the box has been in storage on the top floor of her restaurant for at least two years. Under utilized, as it were. Out of sight, out of mind, and definitely out of use.
Falling straight down hill, as it does, my yard does not lend itself to a clothes line. The front yard would work, but that’s a little tacky, I think. Until I had clothes pins, though, an umbrella clothes lines never crossed my mind.
To be sure they would not be offended, I ran the idea by the other grownups in the house. “What do you think of an umbrella clothes line in the corner of the deck?" They seem amused.
It took Amazon two tries to get it cross country. The first one was “delivered” to its point of origin in California. One snippy email later, the second one was shipped two day air, or something.
Tom set about installing it without putting seven inches of concrete pipe into the ground, which took two days of fussing.
Tomorrow I’ll make a clothes pin bag and we’re good to go. I promise no pictures of laundry on the line.
Master of the octopus!