If there is one thing that will always remind me of my children’s student years, it is coathangers. When we delivered Carenza to her student room recently, the first thing out of the box was a Gordian knot of cheap plastic coathangers.
For without coathangers there is muddle.
Of course, if one espouses the floordrobe method , there is no need for them. And indeed, I cannot see any disadvantage in having the floor continually strewn with layers of partially worn clothing, now irredeemably crumpled. It probably helps to attract friends and partners too. And is also a good place to store snack crumbs.
However, for us less enlightened beings who persist in using coathangers, we experience a tidal flow situation. When the children return to university, suddenly there are hordes of hangers, clinging to the knobs of chests of drawers, scaling the front of wardrobes.
The first time this happened, Nigel scooped up a bundle and delivered them to Oxfam. But when the children returned there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. With the coathangers gone, they would HAVE to leave their clothes in an enormous jumble on the floor. Something they would never normally do. (!)
Now I have commandeered the Black Sock Hamper (a different story – later) and we fill it with the surplus hangers. Over the months of term time the hangers must pine for their former owners, as they emerge looking thin and wiry, but they are soon taken away and employed.
When the coathanger drought arrives and the hamper is empty, we will know that at last our children are home for the holidays.