And so begins the steady stream of Elmwood photos... The most summery, girly photos first!
Growing up, my family didn't have a dryer. Nor did we find it all that romantic at the time, it meant a lot of stiff jeans, scratchy towels and thunderstorm disasters.
Now, of course, I consider clotheslines just to die for. If I could sun bleach all my sheets in fresh air (not Williamsburg truck exhaust), I would.
PS- My sister patterned and made all of these unmentionables. That's another childhood nightmare that's come full circle to be one of my favorite things ever, homemade underpants!