In the immortal words of Joan Crawford....

[eyesthatslay]

No more wire hangers!!! I've gotten completely obsessed with getting rid of all the wire hangers in the house. I've been running out and buying those nice retail-store-type hangers that have the swivel hook. Trying to replace every wire hanger in the house isn't as easy as it sounds, I've bought 2 carts full, and wiped out the store, but I still have 2 walk in closets left to change out. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to drive further to find new hunting grounds. *goes prowling for more lovely hangers*

Comments

[amoonchilde.livejournal.com]

I wish I could just get obsessed with actually putting my clothes on hangers. Hee! You would have a hay day at my house. ;)

[eyesthatslay.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sure I would have loads of fun in your closets! Lol! Being obsessive is hard work, but someone has to do it! :D

[ex-angstchi.livejournal.com]

Settle down there, Joan...

You know, you keep this kind of single-mindedness up and you will get a rep or something around town. You will only be able to fufill your unnatural, unsatiable need for the *special* hangers out of town or in dark alleys after hours ...involving secret hand gestures or something. Oh, yeah, you will be a back-alley hanger junkie if you are not careful.

I think an alpaca fetish would be safer...

I need a fix! *chew on nails*

[eyesthatslay.livejournal.com]

Must.Have.Hangers! :P

No, hanger fetish...much safer...cause as everyone knows alpacas are evil...and they spit.

[ex-just-kumi863.livejournal.com]

Is this a hanger replacement Anonymous meeting being held?

Because my name is Zoë and three years ago, I replaced all my wire hangers. They were the bane of my existence - tangle with everything, loosing their shape, poking the dog in the side - so I packed them up and gave the garbage man a hernia as he carted them off.

Yay! A fellow hanger replacer!

[eyesthatslay.livejournal.com]

*hugs you with joy* It is so good to be understood. I just became overcome with an aversion to having these protrusions on the shoulders of my sweaters that resemble the end of a condom. I look forward to the day when I can also give my garbage man a hernia.