I emptied my wardrobe and was pleasantly surprised by some of the things I found that I’d forgotten I owned. Having put back the things I’ll keep, the clothes that are too big are now on the spare room bed and now I have to decide what to do with them – some of them, I really like and, if I can find a dressmaker, I might have them taken in. But I know that the line sometimes just doesn’t work – and anyway, I don’t know a dressmaker. I’m not trying it myself, alterations are tricky.
What I can’t work out, however, is why the wardrobe is still full.
And – heh
Don’t look at me. I have no idea about this stuff. You’ve seen the boxes and boxes of Stuff I got rid of – my flat is chockablock with crap still.
I think it multiplies when I’m not looking.
I lie to myself at night and tell myself that once Boy leaves home, there will be more space.
Yeah right.
Perhaps your wardrobe is bigger than you think and having moved clothes out, the stuff at the back has come forward?
Any snowy landscapes in the back there?
I wish there were, I could hang stuff out there on the trees. Mr Tumnus might like to borrow some of the warmer jumpers.
Love the wellydogs. I am planning on sneaking some of my clothes into Son’s room while he is at Uni. I shall of course tell him it is only temporary.