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, May 25, 2010


It's amazing to me the things that HaHa will do, without being asked, that the three boys won't do after being asked a million times. HaHa, little HaHa, not yet two, will pick her clothes up off of the floor after her bath and put them in the hamper. HaHa will immediately wipe up her spills when she has an accident. And my little baby HaHa says "thank you" when I do things for her all the time. It amazes me! Are girls really that advanced? Did I make a mistake in not having a girl first?

If HaHa were my eldest child, I'm sure it would like having an assistant!  She could help me with chores and take care of her little brothers, (rather than being tackled by them and led down the path of crazy-town).  HaHa would NOT have scratches all over her face because she was trying to climb the things 5 and 6 year old boys climb. She would listen to me, and understand me, and - wait, that's a lot of pressure for a kid. Too much pressure. No child deserves that. Better that HaHa be the little light that softens all of our hearts. That she follow Leo and Charlie around like a puppy and delight in them. That she grow up tough and rumble and protected and adored. Better she be the last baby. Girl.


I call this a "momfit", because I feel like a total mom in this. Or, that is, I feel like I look  like a mom. Maybe I always look like a mom, but sometimes less so. I mean, what does a mom look like? Maybe what I mean is a stereotypical mom...  Either way, I am actually a mom, so I guess looking like one is okay. Right?

Shirt: Hand me down from my Cousin. Converse One Star.

Pants: Thrift Store. They used to be a jumpsuit, then I cut it! I am sorry I did. Especially after seeing this season of Top Model. Did I mention that Mr.Jay was the first person to ever pluck my eyebrows?!

Shoes: Fit Flops.

Belt: Goodwill. I bought just a bit before the new year because I thought it might come in handy!

Also, just to clarify, Richard and I were not sharing our crushes or fantasy loves, he was merely telling me about a conversation he had had at work. I'm sure he won't be doing that again for a long time!


  1. I love how you mix the outfits with the observations about children. I am hooked! Your writing is addictive.
    I don't see the mom in this outfit. I am still seeing a romantic dust bowl RL influence, myself.
    Next time I see you: ask me about the outfit I actually dreamed you were wearing after I saw you at open house. So Cute!

  2. I seem to remember your little boys being exactly like Haha at her age. Sorry but they all grow up and get busy and oppositional. Perhaps Haha will retain her can do attitude or perhaps she'll decide she has better things to do then clean up after herself. I'm sure the boys will come back around when they slow down a bit.

  3. The dust bowl! I like it!

    Yes, only time will tell with HaHa bear!

  4. You emphatically DON'T look like a mom. Ever. Even when you literally have children hanging off of you and dangling from you! You are far, far, too glamorous for that.
    In fact most of Lauris' and my lunchtime conversation revolved around how your clothes don't even deserve your glamorous self. You should be the muse for a fleet of personal designers.

    If I have another baby, it is your fault for writing that post.

  5. Wow! I'm blushing, Dweller! Coming from you and Lauris, that is a true, true, compliment!

  6. And another of your babies would be welcome on this planet!