When interests collide...
Memo to myself: When planning to dress for a particular event, confer with the cats first. If possible, try not to choose the long velvet dress that they have knocked onto the floor and been napping on for the past four months. Barring that, be sure to leave enough time in your plans for properly de-felting the dress.
Sidenote: You know it's time to weed your wardrobe when you can have conversations consisting of 'Please help me find my burgundy velvet dress. No, the other burgundy velvet dress. No, that's the burgundy velvet garb. No, that's not burgundy, that's dark red. It should be behind the black velvet jacket. No, the short black velvet jacket, that's the black velvet frock coat.'
I am such a hopeless fop.
Sidenote: You know it's time to weed your wardrobe when you can have conversations consisting of 'Please help me find my burgundy velvet dress. No, the other burgundy velvet dress. No, that's the burgundy velvet garb. No, that's not burgundy, that's dark red. It should be behind the black velvet jacket. No, the short black velvet jacket, that's the black velvet frock coat.'
I am such a hopeless fop.