Yesterday I started bagging, boxing, and piling up clothing and accessories to take over to the
Fashion Hangover clothing swap at the
Rag Refinery this Sunday. While this is not really news to me, per se, the sheer volume of clothing I have amassed over the years struck me as unusually... well... absurd. I've sold lots of it, but keep adding to the hoard, so any purging has been negated by further acquisitions. In short: I have GOT to get rid of this shit. But I love every single piece. At this pace, I'm headed straight for Hoarders. My poor, poor husband.
Witness the insanity:
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| Looks innocent enough from the outside... |
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| A peek to the left |
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| A peek to the right |
