Anatomy of a wardrobe

Really struggling to get anything today, so bear with me people:

You see before you a wardrobe in not too bad a state (as in you can still find stuff) but one which is in need of sorting out. In no particular order we have:

- The Flying Monkey (a.k.a. The Christmas Monkey)
- one of napoleon's Hawaiin shirts, always at the ready for an important boozy night or beer festival
- the pillow napoleon's mum made for us to go with the quilt she made for us
- my wedding dress wrapped up nice in a sheet and on it's own shelf (one of the reasons for buying this monolith of a wardrobe in the first place: the dress gets its own shelf)
- a wee moose (to remind me of Canadia) given to me by a friend when I left home over six years ago
- the Canadian scarf I just bought at a charity shop for 2 quid - cuz you never know when you will be called up to show your patriotism. Now I am ready.
- the arm of the "zuit" suit jacket napoleon bought from a charity shop many moons ago to go out for a night at Vegas
- his old outdoor jacket, a million sizes too big for him and worn out, but which he refuses to throw away
- a lovely new (old) top that I just bought at a charity shop (can you see the theme here? yup, we're cheap!) but have to put through the sewing machine first and take in before I can wear it in public

And how did today go?
Got a free lunch, so can't complain.