Review: wonder hangers

I am wholly convinced that it’s the simple pleasures that make life worth living. Not the kind of simple pleasure that you see on bookmarks accompanied by Bible verses and pictures of footprints in the sand and little kittens.  No, I mean the simple pleasures that are unique to each and every one of us – the kind of things you don’t ever really talk about, because no one could really understand how you could derive so much joy out of such a mundane occurrence.

For example, I love the sound that a dry erase marker makes on a whiteboard. When I cuddle with my husband, I like to snuzz my face into this one part of his neck behind his ear, because it smells like shampoo and fabric softener and man. I get excited on the way home from work when my bus has to stop at the red light in front of the strip club, because then I can stare out the window at all of the men making the turn into the parking lot to see if I know any of them. On Wheel of Fortune, when someone gets greedy and tries to go for that extra spin even though the answer to the puzzle is obvious,  and then they hit the Bankrupt space, it gives me a smug sense of satisfaction that I’ve come to appreciate and enjoy.

Yes, it’s the little things that can make or break my day – even when they are, admittedly, a little evil.

I get a lot of pleasure out of improving the storage situation at our house. Jeremy and I live in a tiny little house with next to no storage space. Our bedroom closet is so tiny that it Jeremy has to keep his clothes in the spare bedroom. It’s not that we have a lot of clothes, it’s just that we live in a house built for Lilliputians. Finding a gadget to maximize our space is a major simple pleasure of mine, even if it’s just a drawer insert to organize plastic bags. Last summer Lowes’s had a major sale on under the bed Rubbermaid storage containers and I almost shit myself. Seriously.

< You would think, therefore, that Wonder Hangers and I would go together like peanut butter and jelly. Like Laverne and Shirley. Like Britney Spears and anti-psychotic drugs. You’d be partially right. I like the Wonder Hangers, but our relationship I more like peanut butter and fluff. Like Laverne and Squiggy. Like Britney Spears and pork rinds. We go together, sure, but we’re not soul mates.

Wonder Hangers are easy to assemble. You just snap two plastic hooks into the hanger holder, and then you hang anywhere from two to five hangers on the plastic holder. I suppose you could also hang one hanger, but that would just be royally defeating the purpose, eh? Once your hangers are in place, you unhook one of the hooks and let the contraption fall to the side, storing your clothing vertically as opposed to its normal, horizontal state.

It works, perfectly as described, but I don’t think it’s meant for closets that are as full as mine is. Or was. Or, still is, but not in a vertical fashion. Which also makes it difficult to find where anything is, since some of the clothes towards the bottom of the contraption are a little hard to see.

Yeah, I just don’t know if it’s going to make my life any easier, and isn’t that the whole point?

I think Wonder Hangers would be great for someone with a really uniform closet. Like, maybe someone who wears a lot of dress shirts or t-shirts. Unfortunately, my closet is jam-packed with everything from bulky sweaters to sun dresses and everything in between. I also think that a uniform set of hangers might make a difference, because it allows all the clothes on a rack to hang evenly. As for me, I have a mixture of plastic hangers, those yarn and ribbon covered hangers that Grandmas make and stuff with sachets, and a ton of plastic store hangers that I ask the clerk to put in my bag because I’m cheap.

I mean, because those plastic hangers are awesome. Ahem.

Long story short, the hangers are worth the $10 we paid for a set of eight. Let’s face it, even simple semi-pleasures are still pleasures. Personally, I take what I can get.

Where to Buy: Wonder Hangers at

Price: $9.95 for a set of 8 Wonder Hangers

Did you know that Squiggy had a sister?Her name was Squendoline. No shit.