Since it was ninety-seven degrees in my house last weekend, it seemed like building a clothesline so that I wouldn’t have to run the dryer in the house would be a logical project to undertake. Of course, that meant digging a couple of three-foot postholes in hundred-degree weather so it was probably a wash as far as “projects that will cool me down” went.
But I have this to show for it:
I mean, every country house has to have a clothesline, right? It’s not as if my neighbors get to see enough of my unmentionables when I’m forced to quickly and thoroughly strip down on my deck in broad daylight because a wasp flies up my shorts. Yes. That happened.
Note: I did manage to keep my pants on for the entire duration of this project.
So here’s how building the clothesline went down. I didn’t use a plan, but started with a general idea of how I wanted it to look. My materials list consisted of:
- 2- 4x4x10′ PT wood posts
- 1- 4x4x6′ PT wood post
- 1- 2x2x8′ PT wood
- 4- 1/4″x6″ hot dip galvanized lag screws (and washers)
- 8 – 2″ deck screws
- 8 – screw hooks
- 2 – clothesline tighteners
- 2 – quick links
- 100 ft clothesline
- 1 bag quickcrete (but you should probably use 2)
And of course I raided my tool collection for:
- Miter saw
- Socket wrench
- Cordless nailer (optional)
- Post hole digger
I was figuring on the clothesline being approximately 6 feet tall with a 3 foot wide crosspiece at the top. I bought 10′ posts so that I could sink them 3-4′ in the ground, below the frost line.
This isn’t necessary in every part of the country, but if you’re somewhere that goes into a deep freeze once a year and you try to sink a post a measly 18″ in the ground, next spring your fence or clothesline will be a straight as a hillbilly’s teeth. I’m just saying… put the extra effort in.
I started by cutting my crosspieces on a 20-degree angle (because you know how I like to fancy things up.)
I think they ended up about 33-ish inches long.
Then, to prep for attaching them to the posts, I marked the middle of each crosspiece and then marked the spot for each lag screw– two per post.
I pre-drilled the holes for these and then got the screws started. Turns out I don’t have– or, more likely, can’t find— a socket attachment for my drill so I had to do this by hand.
Also, does anyone notice anything wrong in this picture?
I got this screw all the way in before realizing I forgot the washer, and I’m blaming it on the heat instead of general absentmindedness. So. Don’t do that.
As for actually attaching this piece, first I tried tacking it in place with a couple of finish nails…
Which worked not at all.
So I upped my game and tacked a couple of pieces of wood onto the post so I could hold the crosspiece in place with some wood clamps, which was a much better idea.
Everything tightened down…
Then I cut a couple of cross braces at a 45 out of the 2×2, and this time tacking them in place with finish nails did work, which made it easier to put in a couple of 2″ wood screws in to finish it off.
The final touch was pre-drilling for the screw hooks to hold the actual clothes line. I used 4 per side, spaced about 9-10″ apart.
I grabbed the first thing I saw to help give me a little leverage when screwing these in… a paintbrush.
What? It worked.
With the posts finished it was time for the hard labor portion of the program. I used a couple of stakes to plan out where I wanted the holes for the posts to go.
I set it a few feet farther in than this picture shows. The posts are spaced approximately 20 feet apart.
Then, there was a lot of digging…
And a lot of sweating. And more than one instance of spraying myself down with the hose to keep cool.
My intention was to dig 4′ holes, but both the posthole digger and my arms stopped being effective around 38″, so I called it good.
Since I’m a one woman show these days,which makes holding a post level while simultaneously filling a hole in…um, difficult, I put a couple of inches of dirt back in the hole and tamped it down to help hold the post in place while I adjusted it.
This worked surprisingly well. As did my post level, which I’ve had ever since installing my first fence back on Garrison Road many years, power tools, and one buzzed haircut ago.
When she was good to go poured half a bag of quickcrete in, mixed it with a little water from the hose, and let it set up for a few hours. I probably could have used a full bag in each hole, but considering how deep the holes are and the fact that my soil is mostly clay and gravel, it will probably be fine.
After a few hours I half-ass strung the line up because a.) I was excited to try it out, and b.) I wanted actual dry sheets to sleep on that night.
Unfortunately I didn’t have any clothespins so I had to make do…
It may be touch-and-go around my house for laundry supplies, but I always have wood clamps.
What became very clear at this point was that using brute strength wasn’t going to get the line as tight as it needed to be, so I bought a couple of $3 tighteners and some hooks at Lowe’s.
So. Here’s the part of the project where I roll my eyes so hard that I fall out of my chair.
I made the poor assumption that the diagram on the back of the package was indicative of how the product actually worked. Silly me.
I taped the end of the line, threaded it through the tightener as shown on the picture, and it. did. not. work. for. shit.
I made my not-amused face at it for a good minute before it occurred to me that things would make much more sense if I threaded it backwards.
Yup. When you pull the line the barrel moves out of position, freeing up the bearings so the line can move through the tightener. When you release the barrel is pulled back “inwards” and the bearings clamp down on the line.
Ingenious product, asinine packaging.
I used a small hook to attach the tightener to the post which was useful in allowing the line to drop below the level on the post when I pull on it to tighten.
There are two separate lines here that are tied off on one hook, run down to the other post and back, and are then run through the tightener.
And that’s it.
Let me tell you something… I can’t believe I’ve gone thirty-one years without line-dried sheets, which are exactly what I imagine it’s like to fall asleep in heaven. Fresh country breeze scented heaven. Sorry Downy, but you’ve got nothing on the smell of the great outdoors.
God, I love living in the country.