I am putting away the turtlenecks.
I leave for Philadelphia Saturday morning for the weekend, and when I come back, I don’t want to deal with the heaviest winter woolies.
So there. I don’t mean the sweaters, or the flannel PJs. The down jacket remains a wardrobe staple. It’s only March, for crying out loud.
But the turtlenecks are going away until the days are shorter than they are long.
I had popped into a “new” thrift on my way back from an assignment, since it was lunchtime and I’d had my eye on the spot a while. Had a red vintage Hawaiian dress in hand and red slippers with fur pom poms on the toes when the phone rang. Assignment desk calling with a new job to run out on.
Big news for my neck of the woods. So much for that.
In the end, I have a closet so full already of things selling on the etsy, and stuff waiting for little fixes.
And this one you already know about —
Not to mention the stuff in a bin under the bed I haven’t decided about – whether to sell or adjust. All for the best, really.