What’s a knitter to do when she needs to wash all her socks and she can’t hang them on the clothesline to dry because it’s snowing?
Hang ’em by the chimney, of course.
This is the first time I’ve ever done this and I can’t believe I never thought of it before. They dried in no time and I got a lot of pleasure from glancing over at them all afternoon.
Too bad it wasn’t Christmas Eve. I’d have made out like a bandit.