you realise you simply don’t have enough space for all the clothes (that you no longer wear but really really love) or the knick knacks that you don’t actually remember buying but appear to multiply by the week.
I went to the attic today. I searched through an old trunk and found glorious treasures! Clothes, shoes, handbags, knick knacks. But as much as I love these discoveries, some of them new to me and some old forgotten favourites, I know that realistically I cannot live happily ever after with all of them. Or in a years time I’ll be on an episode of Hoarders or a news bulletin as a poor nutter who got squished to death in her own home by her beloved belongings.
So the debate has begun on what to do with them.
To market, to market? Images of me as a poor man’s Kat Slater in leopard print, standing in the freezing cold on a grey miserable Saturday morning come to mind.
An Etsy shop is looking like the most likely solution. Maybe I’ll still dress up in leopard print and put on a Cockney accent whilst setting it up.