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, August 12, 2010

Rain and Fit Flops!

I am trying desperately to get to bed before 1:00 a.m. today because I am meeting a friend in the morning. HaHa just went to bed at 12:40, so I have 20 minutes to get this thing did! So here goes! We woke up late because we went to bed in the wee hours of the morning. We went out to fetch some milk, then we came home to take photos, and went back out to Cental Park.

Now, when I left California I said I was bringing the cool weather with me. I guess I did, because it rained today, and it was cool enough to need a sweater! The evening turned into one of those incredible New York nights where your heart melts. My very dear friend Leila and I walked from Columbus Circle and passed The Dakota, The San Remo, and crossed through the park. We also  saw The Met and countless other architectural treasures! I do love this city... I really do.

I guess I will have to do part two of "Bittersweet Melancholy" tomorrow. Today, despite the gloomy weather, was just sweet! By the way, when I was in Central Park I passed a woman who was sobbing hysterically because she had lost her 8 year old boy. She had called the cops, but they were taking too long. She had a baby in a stroller with her, so she couldn't get around quickly, and she didn't want to leave so that she would miss the cops. She and her sons were visiting, so they didn't know the park well. About 25 people surrounded her and asked what the boy was wearing, what his name was, and we were all about to set out to look for him. As we were starting the search, a man came around the corner and said "We found him!" A scene ensued, and it filled me once again with the belief that most people are kind. Most people are willing to help out a stranger, and when we want to, we can help each other regardless of our varying backgrounds.


Shirt: Hand me down from cousin. Again. French Connection.

Pants: Salvation Army. Mossimo.

Sweater: Clothing swap. Express.

Shoes: Fit Flops (on account of the rain).


  1. I'm glad that story had a happy ending.

    You and Haha look adorable. Sweet time in NY with the babe.

  2. So glad to hear that had a happy ending and I agree with your philosophy about most people.

    Have to agree with PJ as well, you two look adorable. I wish I was able to share in the fun with you two! :)