I’m right smack dab in the middle of staining the shelves for my new closet, and thank god because I’ve been living out of a suitcase and wearing the same outfit for a month. Sadly, because of my little life saving project, today’s post is going to be a short one, but still ever so sweet.
I just came across this great lasso clothes hanger, Catching the Wild, (I think subconsciously I’m drawn to anything that will get my damn clothes off the floor right now) over at Stolen Wood, ici:
Isn’t it just charming? Should I return all the wood I just bought and line my closets with 47 of these? How great and bizarre would that be in a 120 square foot space? I’d be willing to screw the form-follows-function-pie-in-the-sky mentality I usually aim for in order to have such a surreal little nook in my home.
Despite it’s gravity defying odds, my favorite thing about Catching the Wild is the grand coil at the bottom (move over ugly shoes!) it’s so perfectly imperfect in it’s draping. It seams so heavy in contrast to it’s air-borne counter-part, it truly appears to hold down the unruly lasso. That’s what I like, a nice good anchor. And well stained shelves.
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