I talked to them today. It's this returning ritual which I love. Every season.
You may stay, you work for me. You are bought to quick, sorry, have to let you go. You're itching me everytime, you have synthetics. Wish I could wear you again, have to do something about that. You are beautifully made but I can't wear you with anything, but I give you a last chance for this season. I'm gonna cut you in pieces and re-arrange you a bit. Here you are; all hanging neatly by color and shape!
My wardrobe. Love letting all my clothes go through my hands, when seasons are changing. Spring is definitely in the air!