My washing line has been the unsung hero of late. It has quietly held onto all my washing even in the strong winds. I do not have a tumble drier, so without it, I would have suffered wet clothes hanging up all over the house. It has helped me when I needed somewhere to hang all of Oliver's Blankets to show you. It has not minded being kept outside in the freezing cold and has not complained once.
In short it has been a very clever little line indeed. So I thought it needed a present. The pegs were always lying around the place getting in the way so I made my line a new friend. The Peg Bag. He's a bit 'gone-wrong' - the teeth are on the wrong side of the opening looking more like a beard than a set of fangs, but never mind eh.
Treat your washing line with respect and it will reward you. Clean clothes drying in the breeze is a lovely sight, and oh so much better for the environment. My sympathies to all people who are unable to have a washing line for whatever reason. I love mine.