Ask me if I’m excited about clothespins. Just ask me. Go ahead. Ask me if I’m …DID SOMEONE SAY CLOTHESPINS?
I don’t know why they get me riled up. Something about being old fashioned, which is totally illogical since, by the grace of Snuggle The Fabric Softener Bear, I have never had occasion to hang laundry outside. As a concept, clothespins strike me is rather exotic. Conversely, there isn’t a homely basement in America that doesn’t have a few clothespins hanging from a yard of cotton twine on the rafters. They old. They are homey. They are everywhere (especially the dollar store). And now mine are all dolled up and ready to party.
Party on, Wayne.
Party on, Clothespins.
This craft is so easy it might not even count as a craft (see for yourself). You can make hundreds of them very little money and give them away as gifts. Not that anyone has ever listed clothespins as a gift, but whatever, you will want them. Next time someone is over at your house and they see your mail has a hot pink and turquoise clothespin, they’ll be like, “Whoa where’d you buy that gnarly two-tone clothespin?!” and then you will know I am right on this one.
I am so right.