crafting for perpetuity

The phrase for all perpetuity crept into my consciousness a few years ago, in assignment contracts from magazines. At first I thought it was funny, I mean, it sounds so scifi , usage far into the future...and forever after? Of course it is grossly unfair to freelance photographers but that's another story. Here're the indie knitwear designer's similar woes.

Anyway, last week while visiting my parents' laundry room. I found these hangers, waiting for me to drape my delicates to air dry. Holy crafting ! I made these in my boondoggle-addled youth in the late 60's. I was a boondoggle queen. My summers between the ages of 7-11 were spent in the center of our town, they opened the high school woodshop up to us kids who didn't go to camp. We spent hours covering anything that didn't move with plastic coated cords, or tile or popsicle sticks, leather working and making weird wooden things with the jigsaw and glue.

The hangers have held up rather spectacularly. It's been a source of amusement & amazement to Dave & I that my parents have shiny pots they use all the time, wedding gifts 53 years ago, while we can't keep matching coffee mugs intact for more than 12 months at a go. My, omigod- 40+ year old crafts will outlast us all.

The parents hanging in there pretty well themselves.

If you want to make hangers just like these, I can show you how without batting an eye. I was the go-to girl for every braid from three to 16 strands. Or, lookie there, you can make the recycle-yer-grocery-bags version.