First of all, let me say thanks so much to everyone who commented on my posts about the Queen's Diamond Jubilee. It was lovely to be able to share it with my pals in the cyber-community, and it feels great to know that people are reading my blog and enjoying it. Hugs and kisses!
Recently, I did my annual wardrobe swap-over, changing from one major season (winter, supposedly the cold season) to summer (supposedly warm, but in reality, could just be slightly warmer than winter.) When I did this at the end of May when we finally had some good weather, Gorgeous Husband said, (when I packed away my winter coats), "Are you sure that's wise? Maybe you're rushing things."
Anyway, in the swap-over, I have discovered the following:
I have too many clothes. (How I hate to say this!)
I really do have too many clothes.
I will have to get rid of some.
I really don't want to.
Now, don't call me Imelda, but these are destined for the charity shop and/or other homes. Unfortunately, it's not as though I now have no shoes. I just have less. But not a lot less! The only reason these are leaving is because they are little biters, and I finally value my feet more than my shoes.
My problem with clothes/shoes is that I never tire of them. And since I wear what I like, as opposed to what is the latest fashion thing, I'm inclined to love things to death.
Does anyone else have this problem? Or do you just have better storage space?