an ode to my old closet... (brought on by packing. grrr)
I once had a large walk-in closet.
It was beautiful, really, with a window, shelves for shoes, even a place to sit...
Then one day I traded it for a certain adorable puppy.
While the love I gained from that trade is unmeasurable, it doesn't mean I can't lust over or daydream about moving into a larger place someday - with plenty of room for O to run around and a large spread for my shoes/bags/dresses to relax and breathe a bit...
A girl can dream.
I hate my current closet.
photo via pink wallpaper