Hulahoop

Un needed hulahoop. Yeah I know it sounds like the title of a Fall song, but it isn’t.
This hulahoop has hung in the garage for years but was Arya’s. But at 12 year old, and going now by the name of Adrian, he doesn’t use it anymore.
So, I am going to cut it in half, remove the sparkly tape covering it, and use as supports for the covers on our raised beds in the garden.


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