Patty and Constantine, Closet Edition

I decided to remove some of what's hanging in my closet so I can hang more of what I actually wear that is currently piled about the room.  Patty and Constantine showed up to help, of course.  It was brutal.

Patty didn't want to try on anything.  She chose a few things that she deemed currently difficult, meaning we are lacking ideas or pieces to make them wearable.  She was all for just squishing everything tightly together and squeezing stuff in haphazardly; a method which, Constantine observed, has served us so well up to this point.

Constantine insisted we try on dresses which, consequently, are going into storage.  Then we started on skirts.  After the first couple, Patty was discouraged and wanted to just chuck the lot into a box but Constantine insisted.  Follows the transcript:

"You have piggied yourself into a state of not being able to wear any of your dresses or skirts and you will try on every one of them, by which time perhaps the image of straining buttons and zippers that refuse to close will have burned into your retinas and will come back to you when you want to breakfast on cake rather than oatmeal."

"Hey, this one fits.  We can keep this one."

"Just because you can fasten it does not mean it fits.  You look like a sausage with a string tied around its middle.  In the box it goes."

"This is depressing.  Let's go eat some cake."

Net result of this exercise?  Three dresses and twelve skirts removed from the closet, along with a handful of Patty's "currently difficult" pieces.  None of us has had the strength to face the trousers yet.