I'm a jeans fanatic. It's ridiculous how many jeans I have.
I don't wear anything more than once most of the time. I try not to wear the same thing twice. I have too many clothes to wear the same thing twice.
I'm a bit of a clothes hoarder, admittedly. I try to weed out stuff. My girlfriends come over for cheese and wine and go shopping in my wardrobe. They especially love it when they get stuff with a tag still on.
I have too many clothes, I have too many options.
I collect clothes - they keep building and building. I buy them instead of having them washed.
Drew is a shopaholic. He must have 400 suits and 180 pairs of shoes. I have three pairs of jeans, and that's it. I shop in his closet and take anything I want.
I have a living room full of clothes. It's insane.
Because I love shopping, my house is overflowing with clothes. Most of them were bought by myself.
I found my style in my aunt's attic. She hoarded all her '60s clothes there, along with the tiaras she'd won as a beauty queen, and I'd steal her wedding dress to wear around town.
There are women in my closet, hanging on the hangers. a different woman for each suit, each dress, each pair of shoes. I hoard clothes. My makeup spills from the bathroom drawers, and there are different women for different lipsticks.
