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.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Oh, what a Hot Toddy and a long night of sleep will do! My nose has stopped pouring like a faucet, and I feel well enough to go to work and flourish tomorrow! That said, I was still pretty ornery today. Maybe because even though I was not feeling well, I still had to do many things I did not want to do, which included buying groceries. That is the only reason I got dressed today.

I guess that's life when you're a grown up. No playing hooky anymore...

I remember the days when I was single in New York. No one to answer to. No bed time. Sometimes I could sleep all day. Although I rarely did. Not my style. I could go out every night of the week and do whatever I wanted. I only had me to think of. I never cooked and I rode my bike home across the Brooklyn Bridge at the craziest hours of the day and night. I only had me to think of.

Once, when I was riding across the bridge at 3 a.m.,  I heard some wheels behind me. I was a little bit startled, but the cyclist passed me, and a while later we caught up with each other at the red light near the end of the bridge where the street began. We said "Hi," and talked about how nice it was to ride on the bridge when it was quiet and empty. We continued talking as we rode further in to Brooklyn and talked for at least a half hour when we stopped in front of his place. At some point he asked me if I wanted to come up for tea.  I said, "What if you kill me or something?" He said, "Don't you think I would have killed you by now if I wanted to?" I realized he had a point. So, trusting my gut, although now it sounds crazy, I went upstairs to his place and had a cup of almost 4 a.m. tea. We talked about California (he was from there too), The Beach Boys (he was a huge fan), and about exes. He was in the process of separating from his girlfriend even though he was still in love with her. I had also just gone through a tough break up, so I guess we were kindred souls.

I rode home when the sun was just coming up, and I never saw Mr. Brooklyn Bridge again. Crazy, huh?    

That's New York for you.


Shirt: Goodwill. Banana Republic.

Dress: Hand me down from friend. Ella Moss. I'm wearing it backwards. This project has made me much more experimental with my garments. It's freeing!

Shoes: Capezio.


  1. i miss those crazy early morning brooklyn bridge rides too!

  2. That's a great story and I've been in a similar situation (mine involved Jamaica, $100 dollars and "treats"). Something told me to trust this person and it worked out wonderfully.

    Glad you're feeling better and I'm so, so jealous of your story (LOVE the BK Bridge). Bike riding late night (especially in the summer), when no one is around is an incredible feeling. Not everyone gets it, but it's awesome beyond words.

  3. I know. Nice that I have peeps that understand that New York love! xoxo

  4. I'm a little less trusting than you. Sometimes, instinct can be wrong, and sometimes, people kill you after they've lured you into their apartment for a cup of tea and conversation.
    That said, that is a cool story. I wonder where Mr. Brooklyn Bridge is now?...
    xo t

  5. Well, my instincts have gotten me this far...
    What I really have to worry about is my mouth!

  6. I love your story. I can just see it. It feels like a Linklater film - you know, Before Sunrise/Sunset?

  7. Ahhh, I love those movies! Love, love, love!