When I mentioned in a blog post that I hate shopping for clothes more than humanly possible, and read your post about decluttering your wardrobe, and then cheekily suggested that you post me your decluttered clothes, you took me up on it! What a kind and adventurous spirit you are.
When I sent you a post pack and one of my decluttered books, I was feeling a bit cheap really, then you sent back a bulging parcel of clothes, and a note saying you hope I didn't feel like it was a bag full of rubbish...
Rubbish? My dear, your taste in clothes is impeccable. The Calvin Klein jeans fit like a glove. The black RM Williams moleskins are on the tight side, but I am willing to do 50 sit ups a day to fit snugly into such gorgeousness (I made it to 12 this morning..). The David Lawrence dress is to die for. The glamour, the glamour! It does show off the jiggly bits that are the result of four pregnancies, but luckily I own some ironclad underwear that should take care of that. The tops are lovely, and much posher than my normal boring Tshirts. In short - no, not rubbish, just lovely.
And the whole experience was so much better than shopping, more like Christmas, or manna from heaven. Unexpected, and wholly joyful.
Thanks ever so much for being crazily kind to this plain crazy shop-a-phobe, and may the gods of decluttering shine down upon you and make your closets a paradise of of order and gorgeousness.
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