Once upon a time, I had a wooden coat hanger with a little piece broken off of one end. So I knit a cover for it. And my little sister, Hanna (who is 8 years younger than me), looked at it and said, "Seriously, Amanda? You knit that??? You knit a hanger cover? That is so stupid. A hanger cover is, like, in my list of the top ten things I would never knit."