I don't consider myself fashionable. I buy what I like, I like what I buy, and I try to pull it all together and hope for the best. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Now that I am employed full time and have a little more expendable income (read: a little), I do admit that I am a little addicted to shopping. I guess you could say that I like my money where I can see it: In My Closet. It doesn't matter if it's Lily Pulitzer, nanette lepore, Cole Haan, or Besty Johnson....or if it's Mossimo, Issac Mizrahi, consignment store dress or Thrift store purse. They're all in my closet cohabitating as one marvelous and intricate art form, and each get their moment to shine. I've come to appreciate the expressionism and beauty of fashion. With that, the pictures below are self-explanatory. I can only dream one day my closet will look like these:
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i really appreciated this posting. this past weekend, i moved and nearly 3 hours after i had organized my closet, the bars in it collapsed and fell off the wall. i said to my mom, "if there's 1 thing i get when i grow up, its one of those really nice closets".
ReplyDelete1. A closet will never be big enough...
ReplyDelete2. I wish I had a closet big enough to get my clothes and shoes somewhat organized...
3. You can NEVER have enough shoes...
I love this post Juls...