I am this week again in Tenerife and every excuse is good to justify some clothes shopping. This is what normally happens in my mind: “oh I’m going to be away from home, perfect, what will I wear?” and when I come back to planet earth is too late, because my mind has already decided new outfits are needed. If my wardrobe would talk, probably would say something like: “I feel claustrophobic, why is she stuffing me with more rags, when the hangers are overcrowded and half of the clothes are classified as not suitable for covid season, so why …
