Wardrobe, we all have one, jammed pack with clothes and shoes we don’t wear. The end of the wardrobe is where all those clothes that we don’t wear end up.
Is it that we have such a high emotional attachment to things or is it we just can’t deal with the fact that something we love doesn’t fit anymore.
There’s the dress I wore on our first date, this top, I have had it since the 80’s, hey wait…. there back in fashion, I reckon I could get away with wearing that again, but I’d probably wear with a bra this time round, ooh I wonder if anyone will notice the silverfish holes in it……
Things bring memories flooding back, how can I discard a part of my life!
There they all are, at ‘the end’ of the wardrobe, I get them out, but back they go and pushed back up to the end to make room for my new loves, my have to haves that make me feel new.
Should I give them the the poor?, should I sell them on ebay?, no, no-one else would want them, they don’t mean anything to anyone else.
Back you go then to ‘the end’ until I see you again when I open my wardrobe to it’s full extent while standing here once more contemplating what to wear and I catch a glimpse out the corner of my eye, and we go through the ritual once again.
Are you a #wardrobe end hoarder?
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