”I like my money right where I can see it… hanging in my closet.” - Carrie (Sex and The City)

I do it every month. I stand next to my closet, stare blankly at everything, and then attempt to rearrange, refold, rehang, re-everything in sight. It usually is a successful cleanup until a day comes when i find myself late for work and im rummaging through all my clothes, messing up the stacks of jeans and leaving my blouses off hangers. Well, the point is, i have a lot of clothes. And i only really get to fully understand that concept when it’s “that time of the month” (the cleanup). 

If you really knew me, you’d know that I’m fascinated, I’m intrigued, I’m in love with fashion. And i suppose my closet displays it, and so does my sister’s old closet, and so does half of my mom’s closet space displays it too, haha. From clothing, to jewelry, to bags, to shoes, every aspect of wearable fashion, i dig. I even did inventory of my shoes awhile ago and i counted over 50 pairs. That included flats, sneakers, heels, and boots for the most part. I even have clothing that is still tagged or even worn just once. Most people would call it an obsession, but it’s nothing im ashamed of. The kind of obsession someone can have about music or cooking is the same kind of feeling i have for fashion. So fck it, if i love something, DILLIGAF about the side comments? Nah.