Don't we all yearn for the smell of fresh outdoor dried clothes? Unfortunately or probably very fortunately, the days of the clothes line are gone except for maybe in trailer parks. I guess that with the invention of the dryer, the need was no longer there so looking at the neighbor's underwear flying in the breeze is only (and thankfully) a blast from the very past. This was my feeble attempt to replicate the clothes line experience with Riley's shirts hanging off the TV in my backyard. It's 87 degrees so they'll dry really quickly and hopefully smell nice and fresh. I'll pay dearly for this though when I go to iron the major wrinkles out of them. And ironing....that's a topic for another time.**Update** The shirts are back in the house and honestly, they smell way better out of the dryer and are a heck of a lot softer than having been dried out in the great outdoors. We won't be making this mistake again!!!
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