Last night my daughter asked to raid my closet. “Why?” I queried. “For the murder mystery dinner party we’re attending. I need something “trendy, but cheap.” Out of the mouth of babes.
That is a fairly accurate summary of what you could find in there. It’s just an odd adventure when I walk into that too-small-to-house-my accoutrements-space. I’ve outfitted a gypsy, flapper girls, a couple of Kentucky Derby attendees, and whoever else needed something “unique.”
Today I’m wearing my funky hot pink platform shoes which cost me $.25 at a garage sale. They do actually reside in my closet. I’m going to an 80’s style gaming arcade. They are the perfect accessory.
Marie Kondo would have fun in my mess. Maybe she could find some joy in there?