While looking through the closet for a hanger to display a garment heading to an art show, I took time to admire these.
Some I adorned with yarn or ties or thrift store cashmere sweaters. The hands-clasped one was a find at a fibre archeology dig church sale. The rest were collected here and there over the years.
It seems that the clothing that companions me through the day deserves to rest between outings on pretty or unique or interesting hangers.