Probably more embarrassing than my attempt at writing Haiku!
(appreciation of beauty, indeed)
It is that time of year when I don't know what to wear. As I wash and put away my white linen one last time, I realize that I can't remember what I wore during this season last year. Particularly challenging is the transition of unpredictable temperatures and possible precipitation (I won't even go into the "do I straighten my hair today?" dilemma). Last Fall, I thought I had a pretty decent wardrobe. Some favorite pieces, in fact. But now I look in the vast mess of of my closet and believe that I can't possibly dress myself.
My friend, Linda W., once told me that when she was a teenager, she took polaroids of her outfits and hung them with her clothes so she could remember what things went together. I thought at the time it sounded like a project only a teenager would take the time and energy to do. I wish I were a teenager.
Camille H. once asked to look inside my closet. I wonder why? A good scare for Halloween?