I will confess that I have no intention of hanging a clothesline.
It’s not that I don’t recognize the utility of a clothesline. I have used clotheslines to great effect all over the world: Ecuador, India, Kenya, rural Indiana. I have strung them up indoors and outdoors, between trees and chairs and doorjams and walls. I carry some strong-but-lightweight rope with me whenever I travel somewhere that may require doing laundry in the sink.
But the truth is: I love my dryer. It was one of my splurges when I moved last year, and I am in love. I love its steam cycle that allows me to avoid ironing at all costs and the way it magically dries even the biggest comforters. I still air-dry a lot of things, flinging them over doors and shower rods, but if I can safely dry it in my magical machine, in it goes.
So, technically, could I use a clothesline? Sure. But since I would inevitably forget about delicate items flung over a clothesline in my backyard, thus rendering the drying “cycle” useless anytime it rained or dewed (especially during a 14 hour workday), I am foregoing this challenge.
Though I do have this to offer as a teaser: