Have you ever taken something out of the clothes hamper because it had become, relatively, the cleanest thing?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.
My whole approach to wardrobe is, throw it in a suitcase and make sure they don't press it, for Pete's sake, so I can try to display some rumpled charm. Actually, I'm just a pig. I've got coffee stains on my pants. I think they're coffee stains, anyway.
I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.
Well, no. I was getting into trouble messing around with it for roles. So one night I went home, cut it down with a pair of scissors and then got in the bath and shaved it all off. I've never looked back.
I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!
I don't throw my clothes out after one wear. Shocking, I know.
I've taken my clothes off enough in my career.
I don't regard clothing as disposable, which is probably why I have so much of it!
I'm a little bit phobic about stains on my clothes, so I never travel without a little packet of organic stain remover.
I've managed to keep my clothes on for everything I've done so far.