poured out before bed
My name is Mullberry, and I’m a scarf-a-holic. A scarf collector – well a hoarder, really. An entire quarter of my itsy bitsy closet is devoted to the hanging storage of my variegated charges. I wear them year-round in lieu of jewelry – mostly on off days, as they represent the most unforgiving of fomites in the healthcare setting – and I just love them. LOVE them. I do know scarf hoarding can become a problem. The first step in fixing a problem is to own it. And I do own it. Coincidently, I also own them.