A picture for Janet. (One of) my clothes drying rack(s). In action beside the back door, taking advantage of the lack of seals around the door. The red peg, in the middle of the t-shirt on the bottom rack was placed by the toddler. I generally don’t aspire to peg marks in the middle of my chest.
Sometimes it’s important to lighten the mood, get away from the all black, and spice it up. Which is when I wear a bit of charcoal. Perhaps for summer I might acquire something a little less funereal. But I’m not making any promises.