Believe it or not, I actually find the task of clothes shopping tiresome and often confusing. It’s mainly due to the sensory deprivation I get from seeing one too many sweaters in various shades of off white, or the hundredth jean which can only be distinguished from the last by the number of rows stitched (often relative to price). I’m basically saying that every brand sells the same stuff and that’s not so great for someone notorious for her lack of attention to detail. So naturally I migrate to the cluttered prints, nonsensical colour schemes and complexity – the kind that can be also described as a plain mess. Unfortunately that also somewhat describes the state of my house right now.