I walk though the room our washer and dryer are in many times a day as I got from the house to my studio and back.
This morning I saw one of the pieces of fabric (that I didn’t end up using) for my quilt I Became The Woman I Kept To Myself which I had hung on the clothes line. It was reflected, through the window in the glass top of the washing machine.
What I saw is the video above.
There is something so satisfying about laundry being tossed by the wind on a sunnyday.
Truly Georgeanne, And it smells so good too.