out of the closet

this past sunday, i cleaned/organized the closet of a very good customer. at first glance, she didn't seem to have much (to keep or to get rid of), but what i didn't take into consideration at the time was that her closet is roughly twice the size of my bedroom. by the end of it, i had so much clothing in my car that even the passenger seat was stocked up to near the ceiling.

i was so exhausted that on sunday night, i didn't unload and forgot that all of those clothes were still in my car come monday morning. so, just like every other morning, i opened the driver's side door to let claire in and as she normally does, she bounds in. at that point, i realize that all of that stuff is in my car but it's too late. she's jumped in the back and started burrowing. i cannot stop laughing because all that's left visible is her tail and i cannot fish her out her because i can't see through the tears. i ended up finding her somewhere in between the jimmy choo pumps and nanette lepore suit.

this is a picture of her riding patiently atop a heap of clothes as we go to the shop.