Okay, this is completely unrelated to food; it does, however, fall in the "housekeeping" category, which is close, isn't is? I baked for the restaurant in the morning, and when I was driving home, decided that today would be the day I would clean at least one closet. It was all sparked Sunday night, as I was dressing to go to Spagio Cellars to meet some friends for wine. One of cats had - ahem - decided that my only pair of fitting jeans would be a nice receptacle for their giant furball (note to self, must remember to give them furball treatment). Oh no! I don't have anything else to wear! I finally stomped out of the house in ill-fitting clothes, after having tried on everything within reaching distance, and on the verge of ridiculous tears, decided that something had to be done. After all, what good is a closet full of crumpled cashmere sweaters when it is 90 degrees outside? And so, 3 hours and $125 later, here are the before and after pictures; I think I may have found my new calling. Am also ready for my job at Real Simple magazine. You may hold your applause until the end, mom, after you stop shaking your finger at me. Now I think I'll reward myself with a nice little viognier. Maybe I'll write about that...
For those of you who came here expecting to read about food, I won't inflict the pictures on you. Anyone who wants to see the striped skeletons living in my closet, click to see the frightening pictures...
