I have a love affair going with my clothesline. Actually, with clotheslines in general.
Nothing beats the smell of line- dried clothes and bedding and nothing beats the savings, too.
Call me a frugal frump, but even if it saves me a few pennies a day, it's worth it to me. But, pennies aside, my love affair with my clothesline goes ever deeper. Let me explain. There somehow has been a loss of appreciation, of thankfulness, for clothing in general within the past, oh, say 25 years. Fast and easy.