And so..

I have decided that I am either an addict, an idiot or a just in denial. Every 6 months or so I do a wardrobe overhaul, sell half of my stuff on, cut right back down and then, a month later I've spent the money on a restock. A load of things look beautiful on the hanger, or they tell me how to be someone I want to be, or used to be, or maybe never should be. But the time has come to drag the rails from obscurity and to challenge myself to wear every last piece in my wardrobe. Leave no hanger unmoved, no tag in place, no skirt unswished, no dress unworn. So starting today, here goes, to my clothes. I loved you all once and shall do again.