I hate that Sherlock found the black dress I hung in the books and paperwork part of my closet in case there's ever another fund raiser at George Clooney's, and I win a ticket. Or I get a tv award or something. Sherlock is almost as nosy as my kids were when they announced to my husband that the shoes I bought were in the trunk of the car. Okay, my fantasy dress needs some sort of sheer black wrap or jacket to hide my upper arm disaster. If you win dinner with George C., will you need an all points bulletin to find a top flight tailor for that little . . .uh, buns problem that makes your fantasy dress hang a little funny?
I once had a fantasy dress that I wore to one big-deal gala and then forgot at the cleaners for years. Didn't get out much to that sort of event . . .
Maybe I need a little secret trip or two to the tailor BEFORE the job interview ,or the awards show or whatever. If you can't face your treasures before Sherlock finds them, at least do something.
Fill a holiday food drive bag at the grocery store. Put the kitchen tools in alphabetical order, or at least in the drawer they belong in. Just finish something.
There'll be another day when you feel like getting rid of the clothing Oops collection. I promise.
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