My wardrobe hanging rail fell down this week - not a cheap Ikea or Argos wardrobe but a pole screwed into the wall! It was timed perfectly to make dressing for my first week at a new job a complete nightmare. This is after I did some sorting and placed things into vague piles.
The same thing happened to Penny Dreadful not so long ago, which at the time got me worried about it happening to me one day as I could see that my own wardrobe rail was bowing under the strain. Well those three sale blazers from Zara I brought home with me from my holiday were clearly the tipping point!
There has been a distinct lack of sympathy from loved ones. Mr V has merely pointed out that nothing of his was hanging on the rail and the other V expressed amazement that it had held out this long and hadn't happened before!
I have been suitably cowed by this into a wardrobe declutter effort which has been long overdue. Given that this was the result of hanging up mainly summer weight clothing I dread to think what will happen come Autumn when the heavier stuff has to come out of storage. To face the daunting task ahead I have solicited help from the high priestess of wardrobe organisation Elika Gibbs via Amazon:
I'll let you know how I get on. But in the meantime off to B&Q!
Well hello there from post partum sartorial pergutory! As my days are spent attending the crazy feeding regime of a three month old baby ...
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