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.

Thursday, May 27, 2010


HaHa is with fever, so I am holding her and trying to type, and it really isn't going well. I think that despite Richard's mandate, I may have to take a pass. I have 218 more days of this blogging stuff, so surely a day or two of slackin' is warranted, Right?  And right now, I am not slackin', I'm comforting and mothering. Of course, as is usually the case, HaHa started crying the moment I picked up my computer.

Maybe instead of reading my blatherings you could go to two other blogs that I have been enjoying immensely of late. One is called Mad on a Gray Sea and the other is called 12x12. They are both written by women who are far more intelligent and useful than me. They can actually grow food and bake bread and make yogurt and stuff. All I can do is tell you how to layer an outfit!  They are excellent writers and very intelligent people so check 'em out! Baby HaHa beckons!


After nursing and holding HaHa all day, I had to get dressed in a flash to get the boys. My primary goal was not repeating, of course. I started with this skirt, worn as a shirt, and built up.

Skirt: Thrift store. Seen in Open House.

Jeans: From Big Sunday sale.

Sweater: Hand me down from friend. H&M.

Shoes: Fit Flops.


  1. You are like Picasso, never missing a day of painting! I hope Ha Ha feels better very soon.

  2. Poor Hollis. She looks feverish in the photos. However, they still made Ramona happy. She is looking and shouting, "Hollis!" Get well soon!

  3. Poor little baby. I'm so sorry. It's scary when she gets sick. I hate it. Sending love.

  4. My little HaHa looks sick...You can tell in her face and demeanor...Hate it...I will check out the other sites later..Get some rest too..Love, Aunt Janine

  5. How could anyone be "more useful" than you--the person writing this post with one hand while she simultaneously nurses an ailing child, nurtures several rambunctious boys, keeps a (multi-roomed!) home and family organized, and singlehandedly updates an entire community on midwifery, circumcision, and the grossness of Lindsay Lohan? I for one desperately require that last service.

  6. Ahh, Thank you all for the well wishes and sweet comments. Dweller, you totally cracked me up with your last line! I feel better now! xoxo-S!