I truly dislike coat-hangers

 Hi there

Coat-hangers are essential.  I suppose we could use hooks in a wardrobe but they're not as versatile as coat-hangers.  With hooks, there'd only be room for about a dozen dresses.   Or a dozen jackets (6 jackets if they're of the puffer variety). 

With coat-hangers, one can cram in ... a lot!

I certainly try to cram in a lot.  And this is why I dislike coat-hangers.  I have so many clothes on clothes-hangers that my clothes are all jammed into my wardrobe like sardines.  Clothes often slip off the hangers as I'm rummaging through, trying to decide what to wear.  Handbags and shoulderbags that have their straps dangling down from the shelf above, get tangled up in coat-hangers.  When I pull out something on a coat-hanger, down comes a slew of handbags and shoulderbags as well as, perhaps, a couple of coat-hangered dresses that have also got tangled up in the pull-out.

I've tried many times to tuck the straps of shoulderbags and handbags away from the edge of the shelf but no, the sly little bags still manage to dangle their straps down.  Maybe it's the wardrobe monster that resides there, a left-over from childhood dreams?  He-he, I have my revenge on that wicked child,  Lorraine....

I do have many, many hangers. I guess you could call them my heritage.  The hangers belonged to my mother, some of them even from my grandmother.  They're all wood, and make me remember actress Joan Crawford who got into a maniacal tizzy when she caught her daughter, Christina, using wire hangers.  Years later, and because of the book and movie "Mommy Dearest" about Crawford, a friend confided to me that this was how she learnt what type of hangers she should buy. 

I've found out a lot recently about Swedish Death Cleaning where a person should declutter before they die.  Maybe reducing my clothes is what I should do?  I mean, I really should get rid of my bop skirt from the fifties, the one that has Elvis Presley's name lovingly embroidered by 13 year old me all over the material?   And what about my elephant pants from the hippie era?  Or my flapper dresses from the art deco weekends over in Napier?  If I just had a few things in my wardrobe - not many bags, not many dresses not many tops, not many jackets, definitely not many bags - my life could be so much more enhanced? 

Will I? - should I? - get rid of clothes that I havent worn in years but clothes that stlll give me beautiful nostalgic memories when I paw through my wardrobe....?

Um... Er....   

No!     Case closed. 

 Or should I say 'Wardrobe Closed'?  Slam!!