TRAVEL HERE: HOW HAPPY CAN $4 MAKE ME?
I once thought being a procrastinator proved I wasn’t obsessive/compulsive, but then I found procrastination is one of the first noticeable symptoms of the malady. My friends politely speak of my perfectionism and I try to be normal, but it’s hard. Recently $4 saved me from myself.
A Change of Seasons
When it came time to change my closet to my fall wardrobe, there was an issue. I had enough hangers for all my clothes, but for some reason I suddenly didn’t have all the “right” hangers. See, different kinds of clothes need different kinds of hangers and for some reason my clothes weren’t distributing themselves appropriately on the hangers I had. I fussed over the problem with elaborate mathematical equations for a while, but finally convinced myself to quit being neurotic and instead be thankful I have clothes, because there are those who don’t.
A History of My Hangers
This hanger issue isn’t a problem I’ve always dealt with. There was a day when I only had two kinds of hangers – the wire hangers from the dry cleaner and those nice clear plastic ones you get with the clothes you buy. I didn’t think about hangers at all in in those days, but I did use my “good” hangers for my best clothes and everything else was on a wire hanger.
However, I did notice all the clothes in my mom’s closet were on those nice hangers from the store. Of course, she worked in retail from the 60’s to the 90’s. She made sure everything she bought home was on a nice hanger and with wardrobe attrition, eventually everything migrated to the good ones. In fact, in my career girl days, probably the only reason I had those nice hangers was because of Mom’s generosity. She gave me clothes for pretty much every occasion and even for no occasion at all, when she found something she wanted me to have and there was no occasion in sight. Yeah, she was pretty amazing. While I appreciated Mom’s closet, I guess I wasn’t neurotic yet, because I didn’t covet her closeting habits.
Then I went into real estate and we custom built a house. You might wonder why selling real estate and building a house had any effect on which hangers I used. Well, my days in real estate gave me some discretionary funds I hadn’t had access to before and when we moved into the custom house, one of the perks was a dream closet – complete with a dressing table. One thing led to another and I suddenly had very specific hangers for all my clothes. My evening clothes went on padded hangers. Dresses, jackets and blouses went on those clear plastic hangers. I had specialized multi-tier hangers for skirts and pants. Everything else went on those white plastic hangers you can buy in bulk. You cannot imagine the joy this brought me. I would stand in my closet and derive pleasure from the mere sight of my clothes hanging on their appropriate hangers. By then, Mom had retired and my closet was actually better than hers!
Maintaining My Obsession
There have been five houses since that customized closet and while none of those closets were quite so grand, I have maintained my penchant for hangers. I’ve even expanded my collection. I found heartier versions of the white plastic hangers that work great with jeans and outerwear. I discovered specialized hangers for tank tops and camisoles. Did you know they have hangers for boots, too? To my dismay they “improved” the white plastic hangers, so I now have about four varieties of the white hangers in my closet, but I’ve had learned to ignore that hiccup.
Then suddenly my hangers were all wrong and no amount of switching could right the problem. The bottom line was that I needed more white plastic hangers, but back in October I told myself I could do without them. I’d just get by with a few variations on the theme. Every time a hanger would break, the situation got a little worse. Then I bought a few items from stores that thought tossing my purchases in a bag was enough. (You’ll be glad to know I didn’t lay down in the floor and have a fit.) Soon it seemed as if some elf tribe was entering my closet each evening as I slept and trading out good hangers for bad, because it seemed as if the situation was worsening daily. Every day more and more wire hangers were finding their way into my garments!
So, what does all that have to do with $4 solving my obsession/compulsion issues. Well, I was in Target to find a couple of items they’d been out of at Ulta. Since I was there, I looked into several other items on my list, one of which took me right by the storage department (though I can’t tell you exactly what item that was.) There, I discovered a HUGE package of white plastic hangers was $1.99. I’d been gritting my teeth for months over those “inappropriate” hangers and for less than 200 pennies I could just fix my closet. I bought two packages! My clothes are all hanging on the appropriate hangers now and unless those elves I talked about return, I’m set for a couple of years – and all for less than $4.