Wooden rack

put in place

Baby pink

Traced with lace

Pooh Bear onesie

Hung with care

“Little Monster” t-shirts

Fill the air

Glittered skirts

A flower dress

Pinks and purples

Nothing less

Peace sign symbols

Stars and hearts

“Orlando Florida”

“Let’s Do Our Parts”

Polkadot raincoat

Yellow class shirts

Picture day outfits

Concert skirts

Jeggings phase

Removed pink lace

Neutral colors

A hat...

I stepped into my walk-in after my shower, my damp feet making warm footprints on the cold, wood floor. The door shut behind me with a loud click. Dust flew around as the air displaced it, scratching my throat and tickling my nasal passages until I sneezed. It was eerily silent. I usually kept my clothes in an unkempt pile on the blood red chair I used to be able to see in my room. I didn’t usuall...

She lightly traced her fingertips across the items hanging in her wardrobe, from right to left, then back again. Some of the garments were cotton, while others were cashmere, velvet, and silk. Yet each item, regardless of the texture, felt delicate beneath her touch. The items, carefully and intentionally arranged by color, material, and pattern, were not merely clothes. At least, they weren’t...

She wears her color on the inside, shades of yellow and orange as warm as the sun, they give her energy for the day. Blues and greens that are like a walk on the beach, when the nostalgia sets in and she wants to remember. All of her sparkle is in there too, billowing and twirling, it’d be hard to catch if it ever got out. Red when she’s fired up and ready to go and purple when she’s feeling just ...

Canon: Pre-series, shortly before Balki arrives.

Larry carried his basket of clothes into his bedroom and set it on the floor. He removed smaller piles from the basket first, then the larger piles, arranging all the piles on his bed. He put socks and shorts in one drawer, while another drawer had a variety of solid color tee shirts. The tee shirts were often paired with his collection of button-...

On floor a basket filled with my avoidance. Accumulated sweat and dirt and lake water in a basket with a couple shirts pants and wet wet socks. Above the wafting laundry are the hoards of sweaters. The occasional piece of formal wear stuck on a velvety hanger in the back and floofy skirts clipped in. Searching for what to wear evokes the click clack of hanger given its so tightly packed in only th...

All of the clothes in her closet call her the best dressed.

Black catwoman style bandit prepared for her next theft.

Lavish showcases get swept where usually the loot is kept.

Thief in the night is quick, swiper already left while you slept.

You didn’t know when you met, the thoughts she had in her head.

She steals to get ahead; Mona Lisa portrait.

Don’t even think of getting revenge or else...

Milky leather jackets of Italian fashion

a combo of silky and sultry all in one black dress, for a night of sin that’s sure to impress

head to toe, a package without a price,

sparkly boots one day, heels bring the spice

Nipples showing through a tee,

My one and only vice.

Daytime calls for a humble denim look,

But still make them question just how long it took...

Black and white

A little purple

Not much color

Maybe too purposeful

White shirts

Dress shoes

Black skirts

Anymore clues

Work clothes

All look the same

No need for variety

Same old game

Jackets and dresses

Fill my closet

Hot messes

Very modest

Dress for success

Back suits the key

Don’t try for less

Attorney is me

Tessa🦋...

My wardrobe seems to be disappearing before me, yet it keeps growing. If you look inside you see the abundance of color. You can tell the season immediately, summer. Almost all of my sweater have been packed, ready for a new adventure in a colder state this winter. My closet however stands filled to the brim. Colors and fabrics of all sides hang for curtains. To the left we have my shirts hanging ...