Cool Keyholder

Do you sometimes forget your keys.If yes I'll show you how to make this cheap keyholder.This is my first instructabe,so please rank it.I'll show you how to make a cool keyholder from four piece of rope or anything you want to use.
I'm using four piece of nylon ropes which my mum uses to hang clothes.

Step 1: Gathering and tying

Gather the four pieces of ropes.I'm using 30 cm ones.Tie them up using an elastic.

Comments

[Patented]

I made these about 2 years ago and my family really apreciated! Very well done and easy to understand!

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Thx

[sharlston]

oh i used to have things like them they where called scobbies and where really cool

[smashbob]

i've heard this called a crown sinnett. i do these all the time when i have nothing else to do. +1

[puffyfluff]

Wonderful... I never knew how to make these, but I have seen them around. Now I know!

[PyroMonger]

these are cool i used to make them in 9th grade although i didnt use 4 pieces of string, i used 2 but they were looped in half if that makes sense and we called them scoobies :D

[andy60]

yer we used to have those as well :D, ours were made of something similar to the insulation around wires :P

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I know that in french we call these "scoobidoo"

[GorillazMiko]

I agree with ll.13, NICE! :-) Cool job, the colors look nice.

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Thank you a lot and please tell me how much you would rate it

[jdege]

"The Lanyard", by Billy Collins The other day as I was ricocheting slowly off the pale blue walls of this room, bouncing from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. No cookie nibbled by a French novelist could send one more suddenly into the past -- a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake learning how to braid thin plastic strips into a lanyard, a gift for my mother. I had never seen anyone use a lanyard or wear one, if that’s what you did with them, but that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand again and again until I had made a boxy red and white lanyard for my mother. She gave me life and milk from her breasts, and I gave her a lanyard. She nursed me in many a sickroom, lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips, set cold face-cloths on my forehead, and then led me out into the airy light and taught me to walk and swim, and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard. Here are thousands of meals, she said, and here is clothing and a good education. And here is your lanyard, I replied, which I made with a little help from a counselor. Here is a breathing body and a beating heart, strong legs, bones and teeth, and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered, and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp. And here, I wish to say to her now, is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth that you can never repay your mother, but the rueful admission that when she took the two-tone lanyard from my hands, I was as sure as a boy could be that this useless, worthless thing I wove out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

[ll.13]

nice!