Bouncing
on a high from our anniversary night away, I was recounting the
delights our getaway to mum (x rated parts omitted), whilst trying on my
outfit for the engagement we would be attending the following evening. I
was tying my velvet wrapper, blissfully unaware of my husband’s
acrobatics that was happening in the spare room behind me. Satisfied
with my look, I returned to the spare room and I was in sheer shock.
Stood before me was a tower of beautiful organisation; jackets hung
wondrously and shirts hooked over the hangers. It was cinematic. The
shiny mirrored doors could close freely for the first time in ages.
Standing before me was the 8th wonder of the world; an arranged
wardrobe. I literally did a happy dance across my living room floor.
