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 next to the dresses on the right. I’ve bunched groupings together. My rompers, which tend to be colored in polka dots that seem to fancy for simple outings. Jumpsuits that are beautifully stitched, but used on the occasion of banquettes dance. The few dresses that are thrown on on a pool day. They are littered with a missing stitch hear or there, and buttons down the front of another to take off simply. My grouping of exploratory clothes are together most of all. Cosets covered in white ribbon. Lace jumpsuits. Bustiers covered in fruits that make me want to strut like a move star. They are group together because I wnat to be in them, but have the fear of walking out in public with them.