I don't even own a clothesline.
My dryer broke last month. Yes, that's right- last MONTH, as in 30 days ago.
I have been hanging out our laundry for 30 freaking days.
"No biggie," I had said.
On day 3, an unnamed person in my family asked if their skivvies (gasp) were going to be hung out. "No, sweetheart. Yours are special and I will blow dry yours."
On day 17, a friend stopped by for a glass of wine. "Oops, let me move my stiff as a board undies so you can sit between my gym socks and pj's." Very chic and inviting.
On day 29, my mister asked if I thought we could go a bit longer. (In his defense, he put in equal time in the washing and hanging of skivvies) When my head spun around and green pea soup flew from my head, he got the picture. "Call the repair folks before Mommy eats us."
The photo challenge theme at A Step in the Journey this week is "A Mess". I knew exactly what I wanted to shoot, literally.
I wish I could tell you that my fiasco turned out like this:
Here is a peek at what used to be our patio.
|Nothing jazzes up a tablescape quite like gym socks.|
|Good to know that my furniture is under there somewhere!|
To make matters worse, I keep seeing all of these big "Transformation" blog posts. Yep, I've got a "transformation" for you. I have the reverse transformation! From "Soiree Central" to "Hillbilly Central"!
My new bff from the appliance store fixed my dryer today. I think I saw a rainbow over my house.
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