I have a problem. It came to light last weekend when I moved to our new flat, and I have to say that now I am aware of it I can’t switch it off.
I love stripes and polka dots. OK, sure, this isn’t a harmful addiction (at least it’s not crack!) but my wardrobe all looks the same. Apparently I am almost getting to the same stage with bows too. Open the doors and you see a tangle of tops and skirts; dresses and shoes push their way out like mice leaving a burning building and my enthusiastic belt children push to the front, clamouring to be worn. And of course they are, they have little change of fulfilling their destiny as they are almost identical to the garment next to them. Stick out slightly further than the others and that item is grabbed and adorns my body for the day while the others remain forgotten, at the bottom of the pile.
I need help.