Meike, who posts wonderful photos of her organised wardrobe.) But I just can't bear to throw most of it away. There's that hat (worn years ago for a wedding), and the lovely top (foreground, on the floor, with turquoise sparkly bits. Not me at all) which I bought at hideous expense just because...I loved it. But I have hardly worn it (because it isn't me. See above). And denim. I LOVE denim. Anything denim. All those jeans. But jeans don't go out of date, right? And the rather nasty beige skirt (top left) which I've probaby had for more than twenty years, before most of you were born, but which occasionally Comes In Useful, when I'm desperate (I rarely wear skirts). And there are hundreds of clattery skeleton-in-the-cupboard coathangers (will Oxfam want those?).
And then there are the books, which have been heaped up by the bed, and badly need pruning. But I hate getting rid of books, even those I didn't enjoy.
(The smudge, top left, won't stay. It's my finger over the lens.)
Time for a coffee break.