You probably remember my early post on tunic ownership. If not, it’s here. Go reread it before proceeding.
I have to admit that as I sit surrounded by boxes and bags and suitcases overflowing with stuff, and furniture without a home swarming my livingroom, and enough furniture to fill up this forever-under-construction home of ours we’ve just begun to occupy, well, I’m beginning to think I’ve got more than two tunics.
Don’t worry, though. I’m concocting plans to remedy the situation.