Marching On

Last week my room became a maze of dresses, shoes, shorts, silk scarves and coats flung over chairs. Requiring careful navigation as I tiptoed around jumpers and scrabbled for paperwork under piles of laundry, this clothes-labyrinth has now been folded away into suitcases. Yet despite packing two months’ worth of outfits in preparation for university, my wardrobe still bulges around the edges. Slightly more breathing space between each coat hanger, but to the outside eye it seems that nothing has disappeared. Under the circumstances, shouldn’t I be considering thinning out my clothes, not amassing more? It’s a good aim. I managed to root out four boxes of...