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And we end this series with some weekend people examining the display of traditional country crafts which had my fingers itching to take up the needles, crochet hook and tatting shuttle.  With winter coming on I might just do that.  But tell me ... do people really use covered coat hangers?


  1. I do :) Mainly for my pretty dresses.
    My jewellery was on this stand and I had the privilege of hanging the knitted section. There are some truly talented ladies out here! I would love to learn how to knit and crotchet. I might ask one of them for private lessons. These are great photos. x

  2. Yes, yes, yes. I love them for the slippery fabrics so that the shirt, tops and dresses don't slide off. I also like the big fat wooly ones for good tops so you don't get the hanger indentation on the shoulders so that when you are wearing it it looks like you are sprouting wings.

  3. OMG - yes!
    Crocheted coathangers are all the rage with the indie hipsters at the moment.
    I regularly come across them on the internets.
    Are you gunna do some?
    Need some help?

    I still have some that my Nana made for me before she died 10 years ago.

  4. Well it just goes to show that my haphazard wardrobe is not typical. Me covered hangers annoyed me and I got rid of them.

    Letty I love those candy box coloured hangers ... but no I won't be making any.


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