Tales from my sister's closet

This morning, my brother-in-law Raymond and I took on the daunting task of fixing Ate Bullet's clothes. One might ask, "since when did fixing clothes become a daunting task?" To that, my answer would be: "Since we last checked her closet." Harhar.

In "Sex and the City," there was one scene where Carrie and Big had this conversation:

BIG: Do you want me to get you a diamond?
CARRIE: No. Just get me a really big closet.

My Ate could easily have replaced Carrie in this scene because she needs a really big closet. The rack on her old one gave way a couple of times because of the amount of dresses she has. To fix the problem, we tried putting up another rack a month ago. That, too, gave way after a few weeks. Keeping up with more than a hundred pieces of clothing ain't no easy job.

So, Raymond set up these reinforced steel bars and created some sort of a walk in closet in their attic. And within an hour, it was filled with clothes.


Actually, this is probably just a third, yes - 1/3, of her stash of clothes. Carrie Bradshaw, is that you?


Well, it's actually a selection that Carrie would be proud of. The racks had Diane, Vera, Roland, Badgely Mischka, Alberta, Narciso, among others. It also had a lot of old (or as the fashion pundits call it, "vintage") Luna, Due and other Rustan's house brands.

Among the lot, emphasis on "lot", there were a few pieces that stood out. I've got a soft spot for details and construction, and these babies had it:

First is a Black Market/White House chiffon dress with a velvet belt and a black brooch.


Next is an Herve Leger bandage dress.


Then there's a "vintage" Due designed by Rhett Eala.


Lastly, a Roland Mouret coat.


Before we parted ways, Raymond was wondering if these two bars were enough or if we needed to put another one. At first, I thought we had enough space for everything. But after working the entire morning arranging her stuff, it looks like I was mistaken.