Wait not those!

The fairy in my closet must hate me! I thought, as I put on the third pair of jeans at 3:30 this morning. “I have to be at work by 5 can you fix that inseam in about 30 seconds”, I called out to her. She loves my pants specifically, I’ve seen her shop for petes sake! Scraps of denim lay throughout the floor you’d think it was originally blue, but it used to be black before she took the waist in on all my dresses making them impossible to squeeze in. I must admire her craftsmanship however , because once every blue moon I find myself pulling out the shorts I bought in 2018 and they slip over the curve of my hips so smoothly it must be magic. Right? Wrong. I caught her! My favorite print button down was sat in the very back of my closet after months of non-use and when I slipped it on I found that the pit of the sleeve had been taken in by over an inch. Who does she think she is?! Does anyone else have a closet fairy? I think it’s time we all take a stand.