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, August 10, 2010


Well, it's two a.m. over here in the NYC, and guess who's boppin' all over Josh and Brady's apartment like a cray-cray bay-bay? Yeah, you guessed it. The number-one-stay-up-late-California-baby-girl: HaHa! I mean, in her defense, it's only 11:00 p.m in California. Why would any baby go to sleep so early?  Clearly, these other babies don't know what HaHa knows: All the fun stuff happens after bedtime!

HaHa and I had a lovely New York day. We walked around, got on the subway, and happened upon the Irish Hunger Memorial. I had never seen it before, nor heard of it, but all of sudden as I was walking to my friend's apartment, it appeared. Lush and green, and almost otherworldly. Apparently it is modeled after an Irish landscape and I thought it lovely. At first, I thought it was a monument to slavery, or the first nation, because it had some quotes that speak to those experiences. However, a flyer at the entrance set me straight...

Stumbling upon this installation perfectly exemplifies all that I love about New York.  There is always something to be discovered, and you will often be surprised. Another thing I love about New York is the close contact with all types of humans.

As I was waiting for the subway I saw a well-dressed woman crying as her mate was trying to console her. Three seconds later an apparent homeless person walked by cursing and asking for help. The humanity is palpable. Very, very, palpable. And with that, I shall head to bed!


Very early on in this project I wore this skirt with a black shirt. But it was NOT the black shirt I'm wearing today, so HA! Take that, wardrobe police!

Shirt: Gift from proprietors of The New York International Children's Film Festival. I used to be their nanny! They show some fine films and they make some fine shirts!!! 

Skirt: I got this the summer before I started 10th grade in Dallas, Texas! That was over 20 years ago! This skirt is perfect for travel because it doesn't wrinkle! I got it at Marshall's.

Shoes: zoe & zac.

A few pictures from the memorial.

Okay, its three a.m. I thought that being in New York would make me post early! HaHa finally put herself to sleep, and I'm about to do the same!


  1. Wow. You are in NYC? That is so exciting. Kiss the Guggenheim for me.

  2. Layna: Thank you for the pictures and the link to the Memorial. I know that it is hard to imagine a hungry Danehy, but that is why your Irish ancestors emigrated to the U.S.. It looks beautiful. Thank you again.
    Also, in an effort to keep the people of New York safe from her energy, I hope that you brought a harness to put on Hollis when you are out and about. If you didn't, next thing that you know she will be sitting on that bull bronze that they have on Wall Street calling it a kitty. God help you.

  3. Yes, NYC!!! I WILL most certainly kiss the GGHM for you!

    D, you have a point there! She fits right in with the energy of this place! God help me is right (I took that line for my post tonight. Thanks!) xoxo