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, September 2, 2010

"Hi MOM!"

HaHa has started calling me mom. It's a bit strange for me because she is little, and "mama" seems much more appropriate. Furthermore, when she says "Hi, Mom!", she says it with such verve, she  really sounds like a teenager.

Another current HaHa favorite phrase is: "Bah-bah dees one"(Bah-bah this one). She is still completely interested in nursing despite the fact that I am completely not interested in it. I feel done. I nursed Charlie until he was 15 months old. I was six months pregnant at the time, and I remember him coming toward my boobuses. I said a firm "No!" and pushed him away. I felt really guilty, but it was as if my body had had as much as it could take. I was growing a baby, nursing a toddler, and working full-time as a teacher.  I had reached my limit.

Leo was 18 months when he finally weaned, and that was prompted by his introduction to day care when I returned to work. It wasn't immediate, but it happened pretty seamlessly. I had been hoping HaHa would follow in his footsteps. I guess it's only been two days, so I'll try to be a bit more patient.

On a more serious and very sad note, I learned today that one of my very dear friends lost her brother last night. It was unexpected, and he was only 44 years old. He leaves behind two young daughters, a wife, and a family that I can only imagine is devastated. As my friend so eloquently put it, "the enormity of their loss has no words to describe it".
My heart goes out to them.


I did not sleep very much last night, so I was going for comfort over everything else today.

Shirt: Street vendor in NYC many years ago.

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

Pants: These were given to me by my cousin who has a new One Green Wedding blog! She got pants these at EMS. They are biking pants!

Shoes: American Eagle. Red shoes rock!!!


  1. Such sad news. My heart goes out to her.

  2. i am enjoying checking in on your journey. i was especially moved by the hairesy one, because i deal with those issues. one thing i can say, is you are a great mother. one because you listen to your children and have a deep connection to them (just by what you say) 2 - you are a keen observer how charlie feels about his hair is more important than how anyone else feels about it and him knowing you have listened to him. balancing life as a parent of young children (without help) is a huge challenge, but somehow we manage. You will manage.