* I have a complicated relationship with Adieu my closet Today was a perfect day to do some 'order of the closet, a sort of stock of the situation to understand how they are made, what have I, what I need and what can I do less. And as always happens when I'm interested in this, here is the disorder that have emerged leaders in now did not know existed. And did not understand "the past", no no. All absolutely new, or nearly so. And then I complain that they are always dressed the same ... This is called laziness in the morning under the duvet until the final rest for the races and then try the usual bulk of clothing or the usual skirt to match the de-used cardigan or shirt to the one that seems to possess. Or learn to get up before or at night before going to bed, I take the good habit of deciding what to wear the next day. Why is one thing to cover, other - and very different - and clothes. And I find that with the cupboard, or limited merely to seek refuge in the now famous dress-cover-forms would be a crime!
E lo stesso discorso vale per le scarpe: mi sono ricordata di avere un paio di francesine che quest'anno non ho mai messo, dei tronchetti H&M che risalgono agli scorsi saldi invernali e sono ancora con l'etichetta, delle décolletés prese ad inizio stagione che non mi ricordo neppure dove ho conservato, delle scarpe fucsia prese ai saldi di due anni fa e mai messe neppure quelle, un secondo paio di tronchetti indossati mezza volta... e questo è quello che mi è venuto in mente senza aprire la scarpiera, figuriamoci cosa esce se ci metto mano.
Si insomma, credo proprio di poter affrontare il periodo di austerity senza sentirne le conseguenze... e anzi, se non mi metto subito all'opera, for end of season I will not even given the ride to everything that's in the cupboard, I admit, gives me a lot (much) more than what I really need. And with this wise thought, a sign that the 30 years lead opinion, I salute you and wish you a good night.
Note: post be reinterpreted in the days when I will be prey to compulsive shopping, and in those where I will be owned by Becky Bloomwood, in "those" days when I did not think nothing to wear and when you absolutely need to think of something I did not daily