I adore vintage children’s hangers. The wooden ones, like those above, are my favorites. It’s not often that I find one at an agreeable price though, so my collection isn’t very big… yet. The plastic ones, with the cut-out shapes, are pretty fabulous as well, and they’re not quite as pricey (check out these lambs close-up -- they have creepy human faces). When I’m able to make a new dress or shirt for Charlotte, it undoubtedly ascends to its throne on one of my cherished baby hangers.
Occasionally I daydream of merry hanger-making -- visions of Scotty-dogs and jump-roping girls on custom-cut hangers. Soon, I drift and imagine the childhood symbols of our times -- how satirical to make a vintage-y hanger with a Gameboy painted on its throat or junk food? My brand of humor, I guess. But, then I find a happy medium, imagining a spooky teddy bear or a redhead with knotted braids. These are happy daydreams.
Anyway, why hangers?
Ah yes, I just unearthed these striped baby tights I bought when I was pregnant with Charlotte. I purchased them at a used kids store for 50¢. She’s finally big enough to wear them -- yay -- but, of course, she has nothing to wear them with. With fall fast-approaching, I realize that it is now or never. It’s time my girl had just the right sort of thing to wear with such fabulous tights as these – a fun little number to hang on a silly little hanger -- inevitable happiness. So, stay tuned -- I’ve already made the pattern!
...oh, and I’ve won the Plummy -- what a hoot! "Best Newcomer" it is (ah, man, now I have a reputation to uphold). But truly, thanks for the votes, I’m honored.
