All Things Profane and Sacred

Is it any wonder I love J? The other day we were putting up a ceiling hook to hang up one of those three tiered baskets. Our ceilings are about 9 or 10 feet tall, so, of course, once we hung up the basket, the bottom basket dangled an inch above where my fingers could reach. I suggested we use some wire to extend the basket's reach. J came up with a clothes hanger, and we stepped back to admire his work. He was frowning, and said, "I guess that doesn't look so great." I said, "No one will ever notice." He took down the basket, put a few twists in the hanger, hung everything back up and said, "There. Now it's folk art."