Birth of a project

I was getting dressed for a friend's birthday party and I didn't know what I was going to put on my body. I looked in my closet and it seemed empty, unpromising. I've had these moments before; everything was old, ill-fitting, or blah. I thought to myself, "Ugh! I have NOTHING to wear!" Then I began rifling through my closet and saw a forgotten shirt I loved and many more, and I realized I was crazy. I had plenty to wear, and plenty to choose from. My closet was FULL of treasures! At that moment I decided I would take a year to explore my closet and to add NOTHING new to my wardrobe.

I would create a NEW outfit for each day in order to maximize my wardrobe and shake up my style.

Basically, I would try to "snap out" of my fashion rut, and appreciate what I have.

It was my New Years' project:
One Closet, One Year.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Airport Angst

It's 5 a.m. and Richard has informed me that I have to take a picture of the "outfit" I am wearing to drive my mom to LAX. He says I have to take a picture every time I leave the house. God forbid we have a fire or some emergency in the middle of the night! I'm going to have to start sleeping in cuter pajamas...

The sexy pajama bottoms were acquired for $1.99 at Old Navy a few years back. They have little Santa Clauses and I actually bought them for my aunt who has a Christmas-themed interior in her house year-round. I'm not sure why I kept them. The tank I bought when I was working out at Lucille Roberts on Fulton Street in Brooklyn. I loved that gym because it had women of ALL shapes and sizes and was ethnically diverse as well. One of my fondest moments at the gym was when I took a very difficult African dance class. 99% of the women couldn't do the moves, and most of them were African-American. The irony of a room full of black women dancing off beat made me chuckle, and I was laughing at myself, because I looked like a fool. I'm sure all the women were fine dancers, but it was pretty funny.

I'm a little foggy from having slept poorly for four hours. I hope I don't regret this politically incorrect post in a few hours.


  1. 1.99 for pj's is awesome! I also feel like I get a little piece of your life every day, I am absolutely loving that. Thanks to Richard for keeping you vigilant and thanks to you for the cool little side story about the gym in Brooklyn.

  2. i went to that gym for a while, then i would leave and get fast food on fulton. it didn't work out for me too well.