I recently realized that I have a weird fascination/obsession/love/call it what you will…with hooks.
A strange thing to be intrigued by. I know this.
But I’ve discovered something: having three kids in a two story house means that you a) want things easily accessible…and not have to constantly run upstairs to get/put away stuff; and b) KEEP STUFF OFF THE FLOOR.
As a result, I’ve been inadvertantly drilling holes into every wall in my house to hang hooks.
Pretty hooks. Plain hooks. Fun hooks. Hooks, hooks, hooks. (That that Dr. Seuss!)
I didn’t know that I was hoarding hooks until I came home with a hook…a pretty one…my favorite hook so far…and HAD ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE TO PUT IT. Nor did I have any idea what I would be hanging on it. And so it sat on the counter for weeks. Weeks people.
Until I finally made up a reason to hang it.
I saw this pretty enameled metal hook at Pier One and had to have it. Had to. I just didn’t know why.
(They have one in different colors on clearance! ACK!)
Then it hit me:
To keep my camera nice and handy right there in the living room and high enough up to keep away from bitty hands!
Besides, it matches my ruffled cammy strap perfectly.
(I can justify anything folks.)
Because, you know, I don’t have 700 other hooks in my house…let’s take a peek:
Just to the right of the new fangled camera hook is another set of 4 hooks. During the winter they hold raincoats for impromptu splashing in the rain…during the summer they hold all manner of random.
(Oh Anthro and your expensive, gorgeous hooks! Curse you!)
Hooks in my kitchen display aprons that were much too pretty to be hidden in drawers with the dish towels.
(And a sweet Lisa Leonard pendant reminds me to find joy even in the messy kitchen.)
My happy red Le Creuset mugs hang on bitty hooks under the cabinets.
Because like my aprons, some things are just too fun to hide away behind cupboard doors and drawers.
Tucked away in a corner of the kitchen lives this three-hooked beauty to hold my purses and keep sneaky little fingers away from my pack of gum and my chapstick.
I suppose these are actually pegs, but I’m decreeing that pegs are really from the hook family and therefore belong in this post…either way, we keep keys in one place right here. Next to the dumping ground that is a little side counter in the kitchen…which is always a complete disaster of mail and emptied pockets.
I actually have about 5 or 6 of these hooks throughout the house for various things…in this case, a fun Pleated Poppy tea towel to wipe wet hands.
Simple hooks for hanging color coded kids towels.
Pink for LuLu, Green for Henry, and Purple for Jilly. (Love this system. Love.)
I even have hooks outside in the backyard!
These pre-weathered cast iron hooks keep beach towels and bathing suits outside for spring and summertime sprinkler fun. I was forever running upstairs to get towels and suits…and now they just live outside! (I have since bought cheapy $3.99 beach towels from Walmart so that I don’t care if they get sun bleached/ruined.)
And hooks live throughout my garden area to hang (empty) bird feeders…
…and flower pots.
I have absolutely no need for more hooks.
Yet, I’m pretty sure I’ll be buying more if they are cute enough. (Keep me out of Anthro. No, seriously.)
Because hooks are saving this mama’s sanity.
Have you embraced hooks? You should. Do it. Now. It will change your life.
(Okay not really, but I have a penchant for being dramatic. Obvs.)