I'm a hanger snob.

Our first concert in London at St. Martin in the Fields… Mozart and Handel.

I'm on the top bunk, notice the adorable quilt my mom made me for my 20th birthday (first birthday away from home… I'm like two... It's fine).

my closet.

I went to four different stores before finally finding hangers, the right kind of hangers that is. Marks and Spencer was my last try, and to my dismay… they didn’t sell hangers either, but the very nice lady offered to give me hangers for free and refused my offer to pay for them. It made me think much better thoughts about the Brits.