Thursday, April 29, 2010


Dear Wardrobe,

Drastic times, call for drastic measures. I've assessed the situation, and yes, it would appear we have nothing to wear. Or rather, nothing I want to wear, such are the nature of seasons and the endless cycles of winter/early spring wear. The last 6 months of wearing variations on a theme mean that now, my sweet wardrobe, you and I are barely on speaking terms. There is nothing for it, to London we must go. Try to be brave, little one. We will cull upon our return, by culling; I mean picking everything up off the bedroom floor I have just spent the last half an hour having a tantrum over. I even declared some of my favourite pieces useless and threatened them with wire coat hangers, dreadful, shameful, behaviour, I know. I can hear Joan Crawford in the background somewhere. She says I'm making her nervous, she's telling me I'm making her miss Bette.

Hopefully the God's of wanting stuff other people no longer want, (yes they exist, on a beautiful mountain next door to Olympus if you must know, they do a lovely line in second hand toga's and custom headbands) will smile favourably upon us and we can go back to being friends. In the meantime, I am bringing the bare minimum with me on my mini break in the hope that necessity, truly is the mother of invention...

Yours sincerely,


  1. yeah I do this periodically - without the shopping. Seems I always want to wear the thing that just doesn't quite fit right now despite being a slightly different size all the time - thanks to pregnancy / breastfeeding etc! Aaah... Have fun!

  2. I wish I could just wear a toga. Life would be so much easier. *s*

  3. I just watched that entire video. She creeps me out. Especially when she talks about the "problems" with her daughter! yikes!

  4. Just found your blog. Your letters are decidedly awesome. Thanks for giving me a little internet treat on my Saturday afternoon :)