I wish I had some before shots of the mangled tin, antenna-like contraption the previous owner left behind; what a horrid metal weed it was. Completely inadequate!
Since we needed a new gate leading out the back fence to the garden, Steve (best husband in the world) incorporated the clothesline and gate frame together and added in some floral metal panels my father-in-law rescued from the dump.
He also built in a wooden bench to sit my clothes basket on. And if that isn't snazzy enough, my clotheslines, all six of them, are on pulleys. I don't even have to move to hang or remove my clothes from the line!
Jealous? Well, you should be.