Here's my new office (in progress).
Today, I was feeling ill and it wasn't brilliant weather outside, so on my lunch break, I put some laundry away. (This is very close to being the most glamorous post of all time.) I realised that I've had to start quadruple hanging my dresses on each coat hanger. Even to me, a 'hoarder' according to some, this seems quite excessive. I don't particularly want to throw any dresses away because things always come back into fashion and I bought those dresses because I liked them. Also, it's on a regular basis that I look at my wardrobe that's full to bursting, sigh loudly and moan about how I have nothing to wear. This is probably because I can't actually see three quarters of my wardrobe at a glance.
I'm worried that it'll become a large enough problem that Nick will notice and because he's a practical, cold and logical humanoid he'll tell me to throw out some of my dresses because there isn't 'enough room'. He's made this absurd argument before. He finds so few items of clothing that he actually likes that he'll never understand my predicament. He'll do the maths and remind me that I had fifty coat hangers to begin with and so quadrupling the dresses on each hanger that is frankly ridiculous for someone who now works from home in her sparkly and awesome new work PJs. My wardrobe and mind has no place for the rudeness of mathematics and the constrictions of space.
The only solution is inventing a wardrobe Tardis.
