The decluttering has continued at our place.
Since cleaning the pantry I have shifted my attention our wardrobes. In a bizarre chain reaction it would appear that the reason that the ironing is not being done is that there is no space to put the clothes after they have been ironed. Time to cull. Clothes, shoes… all gone. A huge amount of space has been created. There are empty clothes hangers by the hundred.
These are mine…
all hand-made for me by grandma.
These are my Pete’s…
purchased down at the local supermarket by me.
It would appear that a strict class system exists within our wardrobe. I am plush, opulent and embellished. My Pete is practical and cheap!
No wonder he is getting desperate in his efforts to find new hiding places.