I was downstairs reading this evening and heard a thump from the bedroom. My fourteen-year-old came running downstairs to tell me, "Your shelf in your walk-in closet is, like, totally destroyed and everything's on the floor."

Went up to find my husband standing in the closet, not quite swearing, but almost :), and all my dresses, toppers, trousers, and shoes in a giant crumpled heap. I almost cried.

If you'll recall, I don't have a lot of clothes! We're talking 15 hangers, and two shoe sorters on the rack, plus some luggage stored on the shelf above. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but I kind of feel like it just collapsed under the weight of all my thoughts about clothing this past month.