A few months ago our old wooden mailholder/keyhook thingy by the front door took a dramatic and sudden leap to its death on the hallway floor. "This life is too hard" it croaked, lying broken on the floor, its many-times-over gorilla-glued pieces parts once again come asunder, its inadequate hardware flung aside. It took a few dying gasps, then went to a far, far better place.
Out of respect for our fallen comrade (or maybe, just maybe, out of laziness), we didn't immediately replace it. Instead we hung our keys on the lonely little nails that were left sticking out of the wall where it used to hang. Apparently this got on Twin's nerves after about three months and she decided to take it upon herself to light a fire under my ass and get me moving on the project. She picked out the fabrics and dug the corkboard out of the supply closet. "Pockets," she said, and shoved me toward the sewing machine. This was good. Sometimes the best thing our loved ones can do is light a fire under our ass. Here I was, rolling around the apartment, feeling a bit fat, glassy-eyed, and lazy after the bustle and indulgence of the holidays, and she orders, "Make!" So I made.
Easy peasy this was. Inspiration lifted from those incomparably elegant Shim wallpockets (thank you sally!). After sewing the pockets on, I just stapled the flannel to the back side of the cork panel, then stapled a length of bias tape across the back for hanging. Simple but good.