Alright, I'm just as guilty as every other woman I know. I can't get rid of any of my clothes, no matter how poorly they fit (I might lose that weight. Any day now), no matter what may be wrong with them (I can always get them repaired, right?). So they sit there in the recesses of my closet, mocking me.

And along comes this book, which is an enormous lifesaver. I always love conformation that I'm not the only person with this line of thinking. But this book gave me the kick I need in realizing that I will never get those clothes mended, and if I haven't worn it in two years, I probably never will again. I love the zen attitude toward fashion, where less is more and infinitely more satisfying than hoarding. Now I can actually see all the way to the back of my closet (which could have previously been a portal to Narnia for all I could see).