Walkabout Closets?

The ultimate walk-in and the latest of status wrinkles, with full length mirrors, center islands and jewelry organizers, cedar-lined, or finished like a ballpark locker room.

The smart aleck would suppose I've been encamped in Fremont Place (seldom) or the homes of wealthy gay men (more often); but, likely it has something to do with shrinking household size. Demographers predict within ten years, the most common

I guess fewer tykes, equals more togs.
Or just better display.
Labels: Lifeways
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Wait, that's not your closet, is it? I haven't seen that many shoes since Imelda Marcos was in the news! I could fit my entire wardrobe into a kitchen-sized garbage bag. Sigh.
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