“Some people dream of swimming pools. I dream of closets!”
I am typing this amids piles and piles of clothes, bags, shoes, belts.. U name it, its here. I am in The Closet, my sacred shrine as my husband calls it lol.
I've been here since yesterday, trying to figure out how to free some space, and increase the turnover ;p
Its just that I hate throwing out stuff.. Each and every piece was hand picked and made mine. It reminds me of something, somewhere or someone.. It is this "sentimental value" that I find really hard to give up on.
I know that a bag from 3 seasons past is not leaving the closet (not on me anyways) anytime soon.. But how can I part with it when I had my name on the longest waiting list, waited on tip-toes and was walking on clouds for days when I got "the call" lol?
And let's not forget the shoes.
I have invaded most of my husband's closet space as is, and there's nothing left but to cancel out those pieces I do not need anymore.
Its much harder than it sounds!
- to an endless walk-in closet xx
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