“To this day, I still use clothesline techniques whenever possible,” William tells me. A longtime costumer at The Lost Colony production taught him about the importance of drying costumes on the line. My brother William, the Tony Award-winning costume designer, remembers the clothesline fondly. That backyard was pretty magical for a 6-year-old, and the clothesline was the best part. As kids, we used the clothesline for badminton or volleyball nets and, best of all, to hold sheets and bedspreads that our mothers let us use to create puppet theaters and other stages. Somehow, we all shared the clothesline in the backyard. Our family lived upstairs and the Scott family lived downstairs with their four children. I remember our clothesline in the backyard of the campus house that we shared with another faculty family when I was in elementary school. To this day, leaving the pins on the line seems almost naughty. and Mary Wood Long, took our family to our house in Manteo, one of my first chores was to take the coil of slightly mildewed clothesline rope from the screened porch and tie it in between the pine trees in the backyard. When my schoolteacher parents, William Ivey Long Sr. This clothesline stayed in place until 1989, when Hurricane Hugo blew down the pecan tree along with a dozen or so other trees in our yard. As kids, we ducked under the line when we ran through the yard or played catch. We had a long, forked, wooden pole that we used to support the middle of the line when laundry hung from it. The line in the back of our house stretched from the crab apple tree to the pecan tree in the middle of the yard. Like these.Through my early childhood,the washer was a necessity and the dryer was a luxury - nearly every family had a clothesline. So I’ve had to learn cleanliness hacks for lazy clean freaks. But I still never came around to enjoying cleaning. I really started to understand how not living in clutter is good for your moods, mindset, and productivity. It turns out love is a pretty good motivator like that.Īs I was forced (not really, but kinda) to live in a cleaner, tidier way, I became accustomed to living like that. So…can you fix it before we live together?” So I did. But once we started talking cohabitation, he just had to tell me, “Hey the way you live causes me anxiety and I really don’t want messiness to be the reason we don’t work out. He didn’t say anything for the first couple of years we dated because he had his own home to retreat to-his clean place.
He had to, because we were moving in together, and he just couldn’t live the way I lived. I met a very tidy partner-he’s so tidy that it can cause some disputes-and he generally taught me to appreciate living in a clean space.
But then, things took a turn for the better. Maybe because I was young or single, it didn’t bother me for many, many years. I wanted to finish one activity, and start the next, without pausing to clean up any sort of mess I’d just created. I wanted to go, go, go! I’m social and ambitious, and I really didn’t want tasks like folding clothes or wiping down counters to slow me down.
For the longest time, I was very messy, and didn’t mind it.
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