If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?

Oh my my , if I was forced to wear the same outfit everything, more than me I would be worried about my wardrobe, it would become so so obese that you would curse and rant every minute

My chifforobe-

Knock Knock Knock

Its been 90 days no one has let fresh air in for me.

This WordPress apart from creating havoc has changed my life.

90 days, the lady of this house (that temperamental hormonal femme fatale), where the hell is SHE?

The one who would hover over me, who used to constantly pull out clothes from the hangers and make it untidy.

Her day would start early . 5 am ,she used to say Good morning to me and pull out her workout attire

Every day she would wear different dry-fit tees with matching tracks or shorts.

Initially, I tried to disapprove it and tell her not to indulge in skin show and focus on working out.

But she disarmed me by giving a damn to my sermons.

And then I actually started looking forward to her shopping online.

The amazon, myntra packages would arrive and she would lovingly unpack them.

There was no space in the drawer where she keeps her workout attire.

But did that bother her?

Madam is of a different world.

The more the drawer started overflowing, more the packages arrived.

Every 2 hours when she is at home, she would be opening me and changing from a simple tee to a longish shirt, from shorts to yoga pants.

And I would wonder why the hell is she continuously troubling me?
I am arranging all the clothes which are already in an overspill state and this lady makes a grand entry, doesn’t even say hello to me and starts ripping off clothes, takes a handful of them, chooses what is comfortable as per her mood and casually stuffs the balance back.

And then when she leaves for her workplace, then it’s a big excitement for all around me.

She will first survey what she wants to wear.

For 10 mins, she will pull something to wear, then mutter something put it back.

And the funniest thing is that every day she will say ‘ I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR’

All types of clothes reside chock a block in me.
The riot of colours of my residents is discerning to eyes .

They all jostle for the lady’s attention.

The lady doesn’t give a second glance to them at least for a year, as she is very particular not to repeat her wardrobe.

And they also have to compete with the new inhabitants who keep on adding to rival for the lady’s attention.

Afternoon siesta time the inhabitants all get arranged and rearranged so that all can spruce themselves and wait for the lady return.

Late evening when the madam is back, she is not interested in me, she just pulls out her night suit and calls it a day.

I would have such exciting days.

I remember fondly Friday mornings when the lady attends a business meeting and thus lovingly opens me.

She is very meticulously and formally dressed either in a sari, or a formal western attire.

The lady is in very high spirits, so I am also very contented that I am partly responsible for her enthusiasm.

Oh yes, I have had such great times when the lady has to attend parties, weddings, friends get together, and many such other social gatherings.

Every occasion, a different attire, a different look, I would take a lot of pride in helping the lady chose, match and mix thus ensuring a different and beautiful look every time.

Then all hell broke in the name of WordPress and my mistress had to abruptly leave me and wear only one outfit.

And here I am sad and pining for her and there, she is like fish out of water, surviving on a wardrobe which is an insult to her.

I am eagerly waiting when my lady is back and all the previous hustle, bustle in my life is restored.