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.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Black Tuesday

Today I am going to a funeral. It is a reminder of how fleeting life is. It begs that we cherish our time here.

The man who passed away was 51. He was a father. He was healthy. He had been jogging at the Pasedena Rose Bowl. He got into his car, pulled to the side of the road and died of a heart attack.

He will be missed.

Outfit: This dress was given to me. It is from Citron. It has beautiful Art Deco details.

Shoes: Friend hand me down.


  1. Beautiful dress. Sorry about the funeral. It's sad.

  2. Thank you. As funerals go, it was a pretty uplifting one! The priest was a great officiant. I am not catholic, but I liked his way.