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.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


So now, every time I write, I have a little monkey on my back going "Is this interesting? Is this smart? Is this worth writing?" I must say, that while I have enjoyed getting this little project off the ground, there are some days I just don't have much to say. This is how the Topics! conversation came up with Richard the other night. He has given me a "No writing about not having anything to write about!" mandate, so I will pull something out of my a-, I mean hat.

How about appreciation? Yesterday I was visiting with a friend, and while we were chatting she got a call from one of her buddies. This other friend stopped by, and it turned out that we had met before, because we have yet another friend in common.  She had been at my house years ago when we were throwing a party for Charlie. What a small world!

She also has a son, and her son is nearly the same age as Charlie. Her son, like my sons, can be a bit challenging with his behavior sometimes, and we commiserated about this. Her son, unlike my sons, was diagnosed with Leukemia last year. When she said this, I was so surprised I did not know what to say. What could I say that would sufficiently illustrate how deeply sorry I was to hear this? That showed I could not imagine how truly painful it must be to endure watching your child suffer? I found some words, but mostly I felt like a jerk for complaining about my boys' bad listening, and less than charming qualities, while she actually had something to complain about.

Which leads me back to gratitude.  I must remember to appreciate ALL of the qualities of my children. The good and the bad, because they are children, and they are learning, and they are imperfect, and they are perfect, and they are my babies, and they are human, and they certainly have accepted me with my multitude of flaws. And, they are healthy. I must give thanks to good health. And thanks to everything in my life. Both good and bad. Yes, thanks to EVERYTHING in my life. Thank you, everything!


White shirt (underneath): Goodwill. Isabel Marant.

Print Shirt: Bought in the Bronx while visiting Josh and Brady! It's a bit big, but I love the print!

Brown Pants: From cousin. Gap. They still had the tags on them when she gave them to me!

Shoes: Mossimo.

I happened upon the scene below in the kitchen, and I thought it was so sweet!


  1. Thanks for everyday of stress and no stress and craziness and relaxing. Good topic yet again. Richard laid down the law and we thank him.

  2. Beautiful...Beautiful....Beautiful...I so love reading your blog, seeing you and then seeing the icing on the cake - your kids..And, yes, Layna, our family is blessed!!!!Much Love, Aunt Janine

  3. Yes, Richard does enjoy telling me what to do!

    Sweet icing, I know! xoxo-S!

  4. I enjoy your blog greatly! I like the glimpses into your ordinary life and you have great style. Keep it up! -- Queen Lucia