Does anyone even remember that I was putting in swings?
Probably not, since it took me two weeks to talk about 'em. Well, I'm happy, and my children are happy, to report that they are done, man.
Can we talk about them? Just in case you wanna do a Pergola Swing yourself?
That's what I call them: "Pergola Swing". It's hard to describe otherwise.
Let's get down to business.
Let's say you were gonna do these exactly like mine. Here's what you need.
3 --4x6 treated fir, @ 8 feet long
2 -- absolutely luscious pieces of cedar: 1x10 @ 10 feet long
1 --not as luscious but still great smelling: 4x4 @ 6 feet long
(luscious cedar for the pergola part)
That's all for the lumber department, folks.
So possibly you remember the bare bones of this project, as seen here:
Allow me to refresh your memory. Dug down 2 feet, used a 60 lbs. bag of concrete for each hole. Remember me whining about digging? Is your memory refreshed?
The hardware used for the posts are 3/4" carriage bolts.
Who's bored? Raise your hand.
Now, this ain't purty,
but I used these suckers to clamp the ropes on top and bottom. Covered 'em in duct tape so they don't scratch anyone.
I know I know-- some idiot just had to have rope swings so they looked all "old-school".
("'Old school', great. What's that, like, code for something?")
So instead of going the simple chain route, we've got heavy duty clamps and duct tape, for crying out loud.
Don't you judge me. Just trust me-- I looked into a heckuvalot of options.
Swing seats are a piece of trex. No painting- very strong-- and no one gets any slivers in the arse. Just measured my own A with a tape measurer and cut to that size.
No you may NOT know how long those are. Measure your own A.
(And then report back to me. I'm just curious.)
So I totally love the cedar/pergola pieces.
I poly'd (is that a word? It is now. "Poly'd".) the crap out of those pieces. I don't want them fading. And here it is in all it's glory:
Don't feel sorry for my daughter.
She randomly places bandaids all over her body on a daily basis.
Yeah, I've swung on these. ("Swung"? "Swang"? "Swinged?" "Swizzled?") And I keep finding myself wanting to start in on, "Stranded at the drive-in. . . branded a fool. . .what will they say. . . Monday at school. . ."