My mother liked to buy me hangers. Specifically padded "huggable hangers" she saw on HSN. She liked thinking of the shoulders of my cardigans looking natural, not pointy.
I need more hangers. I went to CVS and bought 10 plastic tubular ones for less than $5. I paid for them using a CVS giftcard we found among my mom's things -- a card I bought her originally but she died before she could use. So in a way, she bought me the tubular hangers, too.
But I don't want these tubular hangers. I want the "huggable hangers" my mommy chose for me.
It's predawn and I'm sad about hangers.
Sometimes I don't think I'm taking this as well as I like to think I am.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.