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.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Horror!

I am ashamed of myself! My outfit cries out "Horror, horror! You wore that out in public?!" Not only did I wear it out, but I have to put pictures of it up on the internet as a permanent record of bad taste.

I don't know why, but once again I was in a pajama mood. I knew I was going to the beach to hang out and that comfort was in order, so I grabbed some things that I knew I had not worn together. I was going for tones and textures, but when I saw the pictures I took, I realized that I walked on the shores of Malibu looking like a hot mess! Oh well, live and learn! For those of you who have never seen this blog before, please see Back Up! to know that I am not a total style loser. I like that outfit.

I took the kids out to "The Bu" to spend time in nature. I was happy to head out because in addition to seeing the kid's godfather Josh, my friend Wendy joined me with her adorable son. I've known both Wendy and Josh since I was 12. That's 25 years of friendship, which makes for the kind of comfort and ease one needs in order not to go crazy when their children start acting a fool and having meltdowns. When we got back from the beach, we were going to hang out for a while, but it was quickly nipped in the bud when all of the children had some form of behavioral Tourette's syndrome. Josh, our ever gracious host, was completely understanding, and Wendy and I piled the kids in the car and headed home accompanied by a chorus of wails and complaints.

I promise to save the pajama days for when I am truly ill or incapacitated from here on out. We saw a sea lion surfing the waves today and a bad outfit pales in comparison to that!


Shirt: From friend. Forever 21.

Long sweater coat: Goodwill. Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit. Seen in In The Dumps!

Pants: These were given to me by my "painless" mother, Maia. She is my best friend's mom and she is a wonderful woman and brilliant life coach! She has always passed along wisdom my way, so I am happy to walk in her pants!

Shoes: Fit Flops.

I've included some cute photos from the day!


  1. What a proud moment in my life. Your worst outfit consists of a shirt I gave you and pants my mom gave you. Not that you look bad but you think it sucks. But actually, little Baby HAHA is wearing a dress I made so all's well. Those kids really are something special and adorable. Love you guys!

  2. Maybe you just have more wisdom than me, I mean, you got RID of the shirt! I like the clothes actually, I just shouldn't have worn all these things together! And, yes, HaHa is wearing herdress. I meant to give you props, but I was so lazy in my posting yesterday! I think it looks super cute!!!! Thank you! xoxo-S!

  3. Maybe I'm nuts, but it doesn't look so bad to me!

  4. Thank you Jay-Jay! Now I feel a little better!

  5. oh puh-lease, you looked great, stopppit already!