Wednesday, November 21, 2012
I miss them. I never really liked them, but when I had them I was too young to understand the value of good hangers. Now I know. Wire hangers are horrible (insert your favorite "Mommy Dearest" reference here) and the fuzzy covered ones are weak and break easily and even plastic aren't that great. I have some plastic hangers with little rubber grippies on the shoulders, but even then, they aren't like Nana's hangers.
This Thanksgiving I find myself thinking of family members that have passed away. I seem to come from a long line of crafty and artistic people. I hope wherever Nana is she is proud of my knitting, and understands why I don't crochet.