A grab bag of squealing, gasping and adverbs to describe what I do and think and what I wear while I'm doing it.
Friday, February 10, 2012
The hard yards
I have been clearing out my wardrobe. It's a long lonely haul. So far I've been stumped by two things:
1. That despite having filled three enormous bag with years' worth of frocks, blouses I never wear and trousers that make me like a barrell, I seem to have less room in my cupboards than when I started.
2. I don't think I need to buy another thing ever again.