For those of you that love leaving comments/sending me emails about my sloppy style, I can present you an explanation as to why that is.  The ugly truth is that I'm living in a shambolic and sloppy mess with the way that I organise my clothes.  It's not so much 'organise' as trying to cram everything I have all into a limited space with all the strength that I have.  This involves hanging about ten things on one hanger, rolling and scrunching things up to squeeze into a tiny space, stuffing things into drawers that won't close, using several suitcases to hold things, heaving bags littered everywhere, cardboard boxes full of tights/leggings/slips and just general mess mess mess...

Why the jumble?  The place where I'm living now was supposed to be a transition period.  This transition having lasted well over a year now and I still don't really have the time/energy to get it into shape.  Still, I see light as I will FINALLY be moving out and in with the boyf to a haven somewhere....preferably with many fitted wardrobes.  The boyf and I both have plans ahoy as to how to get the best out of my numerous garments and I'm hoping something pretty-pretty will emerge from all the mess berow but all shall be revealed later when I find said haven. 

For the next month or so I shall also be doing something that I've rarely done before which is 'cleaning out my wardrobe'.  Yes this concept is a ritual for some but alien to me.  I'm a hoarder.  You ask me to throw away something and you'll get a  terror-stricken expression on my face.  Parting is difficult.  The last time I culled anything was when I left student halls in 2003 and I still get pangs about a certain something something that I donated to a charity shop.  Or when my mum chucked away some Rick Owens AW08-esque curvy wedge platform boots that I bought from Hong Kong, I'm still feeling the pain.  Nonetheless, be it via eBay or charity shop, a cull must be done...