makes the medicine {of closet reduction} go down, in the most delightful way!
Clothes.
I love them.
At one point, I loved them so much that it caused me to collect --- as much as possible. Anything that I put on in the store that made me even remotely happy felt like a must-have. And before I got married (and had uncommitted money), I spent pretty much all my paychecks on feeding the need for more clothes. I wish I hadn't --- that was silly --- and I will advise my kids not to do that, but that's another story.
Anyway, this story is a closet makeover story.
I needed to fit my clothes in with his.
Hmm... doesn't look like its gonna fit.
One closet rod, in a non-walk-in!?
Sheesh. What's a girl to do?
Make it work.
Make it work like its goin down a runway.