The bi-fold door is being pushed from the inside out, the corner of an exceptionally bright and fluffy orange towel peeks around the corner as a comfy cotton tee and various other articles of clothing struggle to be free of the basket that strains to constrain them.
This is just one point through which the closet may be viewed. It is not as if there aren’t other clothes to be worn, but these are the favorites, the everyday, the comfortable and sometimes the chic, the others are standbys and “nice clothes” meant to be worn for those “special occasions” like going to the Ballet, the theatre or a stylish restaurant. ‘Those’ clothes are not often used, when one has nowhere nice to go. Work doesn’t count anymore, gone are the days when one dressed up for work, especially when one went from an office and a retail store to a woodshop, “where you aren’t supposed to look good” but one can and should attempt, and one does. So if there is ‘nothing’ for one to where, one must inevitably get more creative in piecing together their wardrobe from those clothes that remain, or …they must do the Laundry.
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