This is my real closet. Scary, isn't it? It has always been like this. Or, some variation of this abomination. Notice the homemade dolls on the top shelf. And the sheets that I roll in a ball and literally throw up there.. (usually cursing as I do this) .My wardrobe was so bohemian in my 20's. Now.....it's just sad. I have tons of thrift store finds in there and maxi dresses. I also have a Great Gatsby like sequinned top. Wore it maybe twice. My daily attire now consists of rolled up jeans, tee shirts, and flip flops. In the winter, I wear my husband's big button down shirts. What the hell happened to my funky sense of style? I'm in the "I don't give a shit" mode anymore. It's time I stop looking androgynous, and start looking cute again, right? Maybe I need to start with organizing this crunky closet.
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