i love the smell and feel of clothes which have been dried by the sun. and it's got to be a scorching hot sun, the kind which comes with a blue sky with barely any clouds and a hot breeze. not the half-hearted kind of sun, it's not the same.
well, the clothes don't smell of anything, really. i could be poetic and say they smell of sunshine, because sunshine doesn't smell of anything; as it is, they smell faintly of dynamo or whichever brand of washing detergent it is that we use along with it - my mother admits to using a bit of dynamo with the washing only because it smells nice, she's not too sure of its cleansing abilities.
but for me, there's just something about sun-dried clothes, and the satisfaction of taking them off the line and ironing the wrinkles out that i will miss.
well, the clothes don't smell of anything, really. i could be poetic and say they smell of sunshine, because sunshine doesn't smell of anything; as it is, they smell faintly of dynamo or whichever brand of washing detergent it is that we use along with it - my mother admits to using a bit of dynamo with the washing only because it smells nice, she's not too sure of its cleansing abilities.
but for me, there's just something about sun-dried clothes, and the satisfaction of taking them off the line and ironing the wrinkles out that i will miss.
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