I love fashion. My closet was once a tidy place, everything ordered by color beginning with black (well, it is mostly black), then navy, then white and and even a few prints and other colors. All hung facing front, shirts buttoned, skirt waists pinched so the hanger clip wouldn't leave marks, shoes pointed forward and boots stuffed with old socks. The other bits and pieces folded on shelves above the clothes. Not so much now. Most mornings I reach in without opening the closet door, hoping I can pick a few things before the kittens glide in. A skirt, a tshirt, shoes, tights in the ancient Chinese cabinet from Soolip.
Jean Paul Gaultier I Love You.