Full confession here, I kind of love clothes lines. We had one at our apartment before our last house and I was the only that ever used it, but there's something fun about hanging laundry on the line. And no matter what the bottle says, fresh air really is a smell, and it doesn't smell like anything that comes in a bottle. So I was pretty excited when we moved into this place and it had the original poles still kicking around. But they were pretty sad looking:
No one likes to look at all that rust, so we decided to do something about it. We taped everything up to protect the concrete.
And got out the good old Rustoleum and went to work.
Then we covered it with a coat of oil paint left over from the floor at our old place. We were a little worried about the shiny oil paint, but the grey brown color toned things down a lot from the pure black spray paint and made them blend in more, which I like.
And here it is in action!
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