On the subject of coat hangers, or the lack thereof…
My neighbor is forever complaining about her coat hangers prolificating and how much trouble it is to keep throwing the extra ones away. (And I thought the only swinging place for hangers was at the dry cleaners!)She even admitted to slipping up on her hangers to catch them in the act, but after putting the closet door back on the runner the third time, her husband unscrewed the light bulb.
Duh. I never suspected the few in my closet of doing anything more than stealing a belt or two off my better dresses or indulging in a little mothball sniffing. Just goes to show. But, then, why should I? Every time I open the closet door I see the same old tired group hanging there with the empties sulking in the corner or hiding between the dresses.
Old age could have something to do with it (theirs, not mine). Some of my hangers sag so badly they can’t even hold their pants up anymore. Others have clothes hanging on them completely unbuttoned, shoulders stretched out and their paper ripped off.
A few toward the back of the closet look as if they might have attempted something but nothing worked out. (An aborted orgy? Naw..) They’ve been frozen in the same position, hanging upside down, interlocked with each other, for as long as I can remember.
I tried livening things up with a little stimulus. Soft music, clinging sensuous fabrics – I even hung one of my suitcase hangers in with the group. It was clean, flexible, well-traveled, but nothing happened.
Now that I know what’s NOT going on in my closet I try and keep it hidden.
But people are talking. Why else would I offer two hangers for six coats when guests come over?