Photo: Unknown LocationAnd this is especially true if you happen to have a sister that has a keen eye for style and anything wardrobe related. Shoes, jewelery, clothes etc etc. Now back to my story. That night we were getting ready to go out and my friend being the lucky one she is, -having a stylish and sharing sister- obviously had access to not only one, but two fantastic wardrobes. So, in my friends oblivious state(I say oblivious as she obviously forgot my ability to become jealous very easily) she introduced me to said sister E's wardrobe. Oh-my-god. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! The four doors-actually five- on E's closet once opened, revealed a HUGE hanging space filled with envy-worthy dresses and tops of all colours of the rainbow.Colour-coded. I could have died right there on the spot had I not already reached heaven, I mean come on, colour coded, now that is my type of wardrobe. This was the thing of my dreams. And then it hit me, I had the answer. There really was a reason for my lack of little-girl-wedding-dream-syndrome. It was because I had already contracted a something else post L.G.W.D.S and it was called, My-Dream-Wardrobe-Induced-Syndrome.
Is this weird? Swapping my apparent biologically predictable dreams of a big white wedding with ones filled with shoe racks, wooden hangers and walk in wardrobes?
Photo: Wardrobe of Sex and the City Character Carrie BradshawS.A.A.
