Rebel Rebel

"I'm a rebel, Dottie. A loner."

(Ten Cool Points for you if you can identify which movie that quote comes from. It's only one of my all-time favorite movies, evah.)

So I'm feeling a bit rebellious these days, ever since I installed this bad boy:

I know. Daring, right?

Oh, what is it, you ask? Well, it's not exactly a giant facial tattoo or fast motorcycle or socially unacceptable piercing, but around these parts it's what counts as rebellion--what can I say, I live a pretty quiet life. It's a clothesline. Ooooooh!

I know, you're shocked at my brazen ability to break the rules without a care, but clotheslines are against the (stupid) rules of my HOA so if any of the covenant-nazis spotted it, I could get--listen to this--a letter. Ooooooh. A letter demanding that I remove such a tacky eyesore immediately, lest I single-handedly bring down the property values of the entire neighborhood. Actually, I think the foreclosures on every single block are doing a pretty solid business of that themselves, but my verboten clothesline might just be the tipping point that drags down the subdivision into the pit of undesirability. Or undesireableness. Oh, whatever.

You'd think an area that so prides itself on how green it is would be all over the idea of clotheslines, because do you know how much energy it takes to run a clothes dryer? Lots, that's how much. And to tell you the truth, I actually don't plan on using my clothesline to dry my wet laundry, mostly because I'm just too darn lazy to schlepp a basketful of  heavy, wet clothes up the stairs from the basement, out the back door, and down the stairs to my backyard, and then do the reverse when they're dry. How's that for energy savings?

What I really wanted my clothesline for is so I can take photos like this:

Vintage tablecloths are SO much easier to photograph on a clothesline so you can see the whole print at one time! That little cutie up there with the bad lighting is my awesome new cherry printed Wilendur (I think, though can't confirm) that I got at a recent estate sale for $3! I'm excited to also have a better way to photograph linens for my poor-neglected etsy shop. Heck, I may even reinstate Tablecloth Thursdays. So, Thrifting Fairies--if you're listening, I'm all set up with my camera and clothesline, so you can go ahead and send the fab, inexpensive vintage linens my way. I'll just be here in my backyard, breakin' the law with my clothesline.

Throwing caution to the wind.

Literally.