Just like nearly every other girl in their age-range, my kids are currently completely delighted by hello kitty. I took this picture because my kids spotted the hello kitty on the clothes hung above the cleaners' shop. Their excitement was contagious.
We hang all our laundry to dry, and have done since our electric dryer broke in the US in 2008. In the US, there were two reasons we didn't run right out to buy a new one. First I'm a penny-pinching tightwad; and second, it was the green thing to do.
But here in Lebanon there's a third reason. Line-dried anything smells fantastically good, unbelievably, rapturously so.
This I can not explain. How can it be that the dirt and dust and grime and pigeon dander 'n poop and cigarette ash and pollution and exhaust and whatever else hangs about in the air of this (and any other) city could possibly produce what is likely best smelling laundry I have ever had?