It really bugs my Aunt Darcy that I won’t tell her why I love hangers so much. But the truth is I don’t know why. Maybe it is the way they flip so easily between my fingers. Maybe it is because with a little imagination they can be anything I went them to be. Maybe I feel bad for plastic hangers, because they would just get thrown away if I didn’t play with them. Whatever the reason really is all I can say is that a plastic hanger is the best toy ever.
My hanger and I at the top of the Y.
My hanger and I checking out a car museum.
My hanger an I Christmas morning.
My hanger an I at a park with mom.
My hanger and I on my birthday.
Parker, Kathryn, my hanger and me.
My hanger and I standing on mom.
My hanger an I stuck behind the couch.
My hanger and I meeting a snake.
My hanger and I eating cake.
My hanger an I trick-or-treating.
Me and my hanger. The perfect combination.
Awesome hanger-love! I like the kind with little clips, they work great for my skirts!
ReplyDeleteDear Stephen,
ReplyDeleteI have some questions for you.
1. Can you tell me who invented hangers, and when they first started being used by the general public?
2. What are 10 things you want to do when you grow up?
3. What is an "idiom," and can you give me three examples?
4. If the coat closet in your living room opened into a whole other place, where would you want it to open up to, and why?