tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65702035676494399002024-03-19T02:04:39.268-07:00One Closet, One YearWhen confronted with the age old adage "I have nothing to wear!", I challenge myself.Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.comBlogger394125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-33617502101913118782019-02-08T19:37:00.001-08:002019-02-20T16:59:20.837-08:008 years later...So, it's been like 8 years since I've posted, but if I don't post I will lose this account and it will be sucked up into non-existence. I don't have much to say, but I want to copy this blog before it disappears as I was nostalgic last night reading some posts...<br />
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So much has happened since them and this is like a window into that time. I was stressed. I had three young children, and an almost teenager I was dealing with daily. I didn't sleep much, but I was younger and could deal with it.<br />
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I have said often that I would re-boot my blog with "One Closet; This Year", but I haven't gotten around to it. I still am 99% thrifter and gifter, but I haven't been so motivated to make "interesting" outfits. That said, I do often get complimented on garments and my reply is often: "I got it at Goodwill." So. There. That's it. I'm hoping that this will not evaporate. But if it does, that's ok...<br />
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I will try to find semi-recent photo on this computer to upload...<br />
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Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-34287485082399787372011-06-13T23:14:00.000-07:002011-07-13T21:49:48.651-07:00Broken!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj9BJ6POblTW5ZzbkVtEiSfZj7PIm8cLhoa7sY-tFEB21WvNSmHXeRTn8FKvpgcR6YOYisMtxlxiyBeXrXuJKQuC3YwIBzx48p9KiDXExCi83iHC2Z67CwfqDnfofP_co7Xqcsm0k3rWb/s1600/DSC02251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj9BJ6POblTW5ZzbkVtEiSfZj7PIm8cLhoa7sY-tFEB21WvNSmHXeRTn8FKvpgcR6YOYisMtxlxiyBeXrXuJKQuC3YwIBzx48p9KiDXExCi83iHC2Z67CwfqDnfofP_co7Xqcsm0k3rWb/s320/DSC02251.JPG" width="180" /></a></div>As if things weren't crazy enough, Charlie had to go and break his arm! Right before we were supposed to drive cross-country for the summer!<br />
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I honestly don't know if we will make it now. We'll see what the orthopedist says on Thursday. On Saturday, we enjoyed what was probably the best baseball game of Charlie's entire season. Charlie and his novice crew, were pitted against a very organized and skilled team of bigger kids. There were also twice as many of them as there were of us. We had 7 players to start, and one left in the middle of the game!<br />
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Charlie's team was outmatched, but they were hitting balls, stealing bases, and seemed blissfully unaware that they were getting hammered. Or maybe they knew and they were just having fun. God knows we parents were! We were laughing and cheering and I'm sure the other parents couldn't figure out why we were so darn happy that we were losing.<br />
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Who would have known, after our last game of the season, that just a few hours later we would be with Charlie in the E.R., waiting to have his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supracondylar_fracture" style="color: blue;">Condylar Fracture</a> repaired. Richard stayed with Charlie in the E.R. for over 8 hours, letting me leave when the doctor told him that Charlie would have to be sedated and have his arm reset. Richard also missed poker night. He never misses poker night. <br />
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The main reason I haven't been posting is that I have been preoccupied with trying to figure out what path to take in the next few months. I usually have such a strong sense of what feels right, but in this instance I am truly confused. What is the universe telling me? What is my own gut telling me? For the first time I can remember in a very long time, I really do not know.<br />
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The other night Richard pulled "the universe" language out of his "hat" (to put it politely), and I knew he was just humoring me, trying to make me feel better. At least I have that.<br />
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HaHa had her first preschool visit day, and I was completely aware of how ready she is to move on from the nest. She needs to start hanging out and exploring with peers and teachers rather than with me all the time. I truly think she is bored being with me all the time, as demonstrated by her constant requests to go to "Ildiko's house" (her daycare provider and patron saint of generosity ) and "<a href="http://www.onegreenwedding.blogspot.com/">Tay-Tay's</a> House"(her amazing caretaker and cousin/aunt). What can I say? I'm her mom, and therefore am boring by my sheer abundance in her life. Familiarity breeds contempt, right?...<br />
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Now don't get me wrong: I know my little sparkle pup HaHa loves me, and does have fun with me, but even<i> she </i>needs a break from our daily routine every now and then...<br />
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This week we got to go on the Sony lot to dine with one of HaHa's favorite aunties, and she <i>did</i> get to go to Ildiko's! Lucky girl. She leads a charmed life!<br />
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That said, the chickens have grown on me, and<i> I've</i> grown accustomed to their care. However, my cousin is getting married in September and she's having her reception in our backyard. Somehow, I just can't picture the reception with my feathered friends pecking about the yard, or frolicking in their fly-filled chicken run. So they have to go. There are other reasons too, but the wedding is the foremost in my mind.<br />
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We will have chickens again, but when we do, we'll make sure there are no foreseeable formal activities planned in our backyard!<br />
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P.S. If you or anyone you know wants 5 chickens and a coop, let me know! Otherwise, they're going on Craig's List!!!<br />
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Outfit:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard and HaHa enjoying The Misfit.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Wore this to meet Richard for lunch at <a href="http://la.eater.com/tags/the-misfit-">The Misfit</a>. His company generously provided lunch there for their employees!!! How's that for perks?!<br />
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Skirt: High school favorite.<br />
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Floral dress: New Year Goodwill find.<br />
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Tee: Worn inside out. Gift from friend.<br />
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Shoes: These are some of my favorites, bt they are falling apart. I'm hoping to find a similar pair soon!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-256111745967655812011-05-13T12:45:00.000-07:002011-05-13T12:47:16.833-07:00Blogger Buzz!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0KssVF-RjOMwi-tJXjF5nCMbHI7ETzTWAY2m0PG8OGKfJgettwLkjA3QxUcTpYHpPFoh1Hi-N_UR8worxMJ3_n13Ylupv8qVhl9A3C8zAKQx3h1yM6Si8WYIaYYQj_gM7cgIlBthzL7w/s1600/IMG_0445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0KssVF-RjOMwi-tJXjF5nCMbHI7ETzTWAY2m0PG8OGKfJgettwLkjA3QxUcTpYHpPFoh1Hi-N_UR8worxMJ3_n13Ylupv8qVhl9A3C8zAKQx3h1yM6Si8WYIaYYQj_gM7cgIlBthzL7w/s320/IMG_0445.jpg" width="240" /></a>I got a message from my mom this morning asking if I had removed my HaHa Style 3 post because of some comments she made about my tantrum-ing as a child. I did not.<br />
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When she left the message I went to my blog to see what she was talking about and sure enough, no HaHa. My last entry gone.<br />
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Unsure about what happened, I went searching on blogger and I found this page<a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2011/05/blogger-is-back.html">: <span style="color: blue;">Blogger is Back.</span></a><br />
It made me think that I should try to print my one year project lest it be lost in space one day...<br />
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It was a lot of work, and I'd love to have a hard copy to peruse when I am old and gray!<br />
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Here are HaHa's photos again!<br />
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Have a great weekend!!!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-85227157652817128452011-05-11T23:04:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:28:18.679-07:00HaHa Style 3!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3to4G-UmCMt1MDs63Q_7fMZPGeQ0pN7vlRUtLbHMAxim7zieOdGxhjQ28KxG7jXjg-7EwRpm-YlVNpQCf43tXBfq3LlhupYmYA0bQCiGMdq_qPZvsQ_E0jdJzXEhh_9H7UWriJ89TcmHm/s1600/IMG_0445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3to4G-UmCMt1MDs63Q_7fMZPGeQ0pN7vlRUtLbHMAxim7zieOdGxhjQ28KxG7jXjg-7EwRpm-YlVNpQCf43tXBfq3LlhupYmYA0bQCiGMdq_qPZvsQ_E0jdJzXEhh_9H7UWriJ89TcmHm/s320/IMG_0445.jpg" width="240" /></a>So HaHa has taken a turn for the worse. She is moody and whiny and belligerent... Could it be that spending too much time with me has made her cranky?<br />
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Could be.<br />
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A few days ago HaHa asked me, "Mommy, what's <i>your</i> problem?" I think I just stared at her because I was surprised she asked me that. "My problem is coughing", she said. She had just been coughing a few minutes before, but<i> where</i>, oh where, did she get that language?<br />
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When HaHa saw this picture of herself on the ground with her baby she said "I look mad, MaMa." She does. Perhaps the "terrible two's" have finally taken hold. Or perhaps, as I said before, I am killing her exuberance with my own stank attitude. Uh-oh, Mama, time to get with program and snap out of it! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keeping out of the sun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tender moment with her bro.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Fascinating.Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-50226656166228011532011-05-08T23:37:00.000-07:002011-05-08T23:37:51.469-07:00Mother, Mother!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiDcGyB9fIkj-oimZeW2m2vJStmuIk649md-2tJGyMGtoqLnzvFwBBdgSY3ivZRGNHiyvafEZHpojjB_00XehviN75oIfSUPIrYCR4efRl9it4WahoZqvLRi0DsNcXToDGwROP8P7SJ1l/s1600/DSC02000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiDcGyB9fIkj-oimZeW2m2vJStmuIk649md-2tJGyMGtoqLnzvFwBBdgSY3ivZRGNHiyvafEZHpojjB_00XehviN75oIfSUPIrYCR4efRl9it4WahoZqvLRi0DsNcXToDGwROP8P7SJ1l/s320/DSC02000.JPG" width="222" /></a></div> Last night I was at a party and I asked another mother what she was doing for Mother's Day. She said, "Nothing. I just want to lie around and do nothing and be alone." "Exactly!", I replied. "That's what I<i> really</i> want for Mother's Day- a day without my kids!"<br />
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Ironic, no?<br />
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Of course, I didn't get that. I got a day without two of my kids, which really defeats the purpose if you ask me...<br />
But, I had a good day nonetheless. Yummy brunch cooked by my BFF and <a href="http://badadviceforgoodpeople.tumblr.com/">Bad Advice Giver</a>, hanging out with my painless family (her family), and a little window thrift-shopping.<br />
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Then I came back home to the place where I literally became a mother; Charlie, Leo, and HaHa were all born downstairs in our humble abode! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxPJjBZDj2AoG0q6VkUnx1qWRLABcRX1nv_lRkszQHUCVePZDJgYlj87wXtVisrJWU8dypVb44tQ9nFeu8pBoHGaHILZC2zw9RAWDoNtzSARSap4SjACoQ-kt6KIN6BzYxkSOOIWM-cpB/s1600/IMG_0355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxPJjBZDj2AoG0q6VkUnx1qWRLABcRX1nv_lRkszQHUCVePZDJgYlj87wXtVisrJWU8dypVb44tQ9nFeu8pBoHGaHILZC2zw9RAWDoNtzSARSap4SjACoQ-kt6KIN6BzYxkSOOIWM-cpB/s320/IMG_0355.jpg" width="245" /></a>I thank my kids, and Richard, for making me a mom. I can't imagine life without this complicated and celebrated role! Although, I wouldn't mind a kid-free day every now and then!!!<br />
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Happy Mother's Day to all y'all moms out there! I hope you had a wonderful day!!!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-52844984870215264392011-05-04T23:58:00.000-07:002011-05-04T23:58:51.472-07:00HaHa Style 2!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXQYigPBFvEaiAy-bMrOorAdvZn4tJQ1F8hjAu5M0y2R05Uvf7ghy9h5dfJ5dNhG1EjIhppVFGlWivpt-ydPj71O3UhLaD6Fgj46u31jqQ8QxrRYuYLss4iRQRiF9tzvaqqy9UaIWKPjV/s1600/IMG_0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXQYigPBFvEaiAy-bMrOorAdvZn4tJQ1F8hjAu5M0y2R05Uvf7ghy9h5dfJ5dNhG1EjIhppVFGlWivpt-ydPj71O3UhLaD6Fgj46u31jqQ8QxrRYuYLss4iRQRiF9tzvaqqy9UaIWKPjV/s320/IMG_0395.jpg" width="194" /></a></div>HaHa has been my comic relief during this trying time. She truly is a hilarious little bean. Take this moment, for example:<br />
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Richard and I are watching T.V. in the back room. HaHa has been asleep for a few hours, but she has since awoken and found her way down to us. She climbs in between Richard and me and begins to snuggle. It just so happens that as soon as HaHa sits down, a commercial comes on. We don't let the kids watch commercials, so I tell Richard to "pause it". However, Richard hesitates because it is the commercial for<a href="http://greenlanternmovie.warnerbros.com/#/home"> <span style="color: blue;">The Green Lantern</span></a><span style="color: blue;"> </span>and he can't resist. HaHa's eyes widen and I tell Richard again to "pause it". Richard protests and I give him some options. I say, "You can pause it and watch it later ,OR, you can take HaHa back upstairs and put her to bed". Without missing a beat we hear our little HaHa say, "Or you can leave me alone!" Richard and I crack up and HaHa is very pleased with herself. (The re-telling of this moment doesn't really do it justice, but I promise it was funny at the time!)<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBmcENETUPJYlFMbn-B9LBgo8i0WaPyj9wY1YauDvjHuERazrz984zZUWKxELP4f-jx-flBVIjitgKH9Ko5qhINv6tO7KBW8-9MBhe1hDu8_wRynq-Rt8OBuRs7woGla-dxwuu5E_KJ82/s1600/IMG_0399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBmcENETUPJYlFMbn-B9LBgo8i0WaPyj9wY1YauDvjHuERazrz984zZUWKxELP4f-jx-flBVIjitgKH9Ko5qhINv6tO7KBW8-9MBhe1hDu8_wRynq-Rt8OBuRs7woGla-dxwuu5E_KJ82/s320/IMG_0399.jpg" width="161" /></a><br />
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Three more HaHa self-styled outfits. All clothes hand-me-downs from Auntie Kimberly and the lovely Lourdes!!! Thank you for the wonderful clothes ladies!!! Actually, The blue leggings and striped legging were gifts. The necklace is mine!<br />
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Literally.<br />
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I'm still not sure how things will turn out, but a very wise and lovely woman told me to listen to my body. She said that while our minds can rationalize and talk us into or out of anything, our bodies let us know how we <i>really</i> feel. Really. She's very smart. I will be paying attention to my visceral responses in the weeks to come...<br />
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Leo had a class presentation on Friday, so I threw together this outfit. I recently received this lovely and delicate blouse from my friend The <a href="http://freshairfrolics.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;">Freshmaker</a>. She gives me the most awesome cast-offs! Thank you, Freshy! The yellow is so spring-y and light!<br />
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Outfit:<br />
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Camisole: Goodwill. Express.<br />
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Shirt: Hand-me-down. Banana Republic.<br />
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Pants: Cousin hand-me-down. Gap.<br />
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Jacket: Goodwill. Theory.<br />
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Tonight she put a shower cap on and said, "I'm a cooker, mama!" I really love that she and Leo call me mama. It's very sweet.<br />
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Here are three outfits that HaHa put together on her own, shoes included. She is really digging her gold sandals right now. She calls them her "Sparkle shoes."<br />
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I am too, too tired right now! Everything HaHa is wearing is handed down except for the Cheongsam and the striped leggings. Those were gifts. Her flower headband was made by my oh, so talented cousin, <a href="http://onegreenwedding.blogspot.com/">Taylor</a>!<br />
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That's it for edition one of HaHa style. I gotta get some shut eye!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-88129585121690762162011-04-25T10:24:00.000-07:002011-04-25T10:27:36.741-07:007 Ways!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqn7-WL6IJk_YYbtHpPRX9dVLlbWN1DWR6MdElylSOsbLmi_6WrHh4bqNPzJAKD4yndHTc77D6aN1JeYpWLtdUynUEMHxkbSN5gOC8TLzrxUoB07necjJiCdbV2XU0QwbqniQn7gxMygOC/s1600/DSC01932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqn7-WL6IJk_YYbtHpPRX9dVLlbWN1DWR6MdElylSOsbLmi_6WrHh4bqNPzJAKD4yndHTc77D6aN1JeYpWLtdUynUEMHxkbSN5gOC8TLzrxUoB07necjJiCdbV2XU0QwbqniQn7gxMygOC/s400/DSC01932.JPG" width="176" /></a></div>I went to my 20 year high school reunion and it was quite lovely. Sweet and sentimental. Taking that walk down memory lane was quite fun, and it was truly great to see everyone.<br />
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As I said I would, I wore my Seven Ways Dress. I got many a compliment on it, and I was quite comfortable in it. It really is a gem.<br />
Thank you, Aunt D! <br />
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Richard says I have to post twice a week now, so I was thinking of having a weekly post that is dedicated to HaHa's fashion. She has a very strong sense of personal style, and is very particular about what combination of items she wants to rock. Look for HaHa's closet on Wendesday. I will post up several of her outfits from the last few weeks. They are very, very, cute, and the majority of them are hand-me-downs!<br />
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I hope Easter was full of eggs, chocolate, and love for everyone. We spent the day at Pan-Pacific Park, and a good time was had by all!!!<br />
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Hippity-Hop! Hoppity-Hip!<br />
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Dress: This 7 ways dress was a gift from my wonderful Aunt Diane!<br />
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Tube top: Very old. A New York special.<br />
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Shoes: American Eagle.Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-16051697035455232842011-04-14T00:39:00.000-07:002011-04-14T07:54:16.426-07:00Chickens, Children, and Clothes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfAMq9XA-B456YIZqqXjrKh5Pcgr2BW1mqDAtdbvsCD4KUXTUNNcAipqDFr_QrCY5unBNzf8sd4xCbh6EOYHoYl46zLPiQ7OmPlfc1SAQHjxNmbcCOk7Tf16kAtH7LKb0acKiYygNujyV/s1600/DSC01891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfAMq9XA-B456YIZqqXjrKh5Pcgr2BW1mqDAtdbvsCD4KUXTUNNcAipqDFr_QrCY5unBNzf8sd4xCbh6EOYHoYl46zLPiQ7OmPlfc1SAQHjxNmbcCOk7Tf16kAtH7LKb0acKiYygNujyV/s320/DSC01891.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26XCWqwz_WnbIP6_9FAZ7nVHLtK23uLkdQ8ivm3mbF9jr4txABU4CTxa3LROHTmfs2AsqEtuzAijU1M0KAY3_U_mV-42YI3HIRCmiv_70XK1QL29HoZEsjFf0BBR8TelUzrQjHsjYZV8H/s1600/DSC01611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26XCWqwz_WnbIP6_9FAZ7nVHLtK23uLkdQ8ivm3mbF9jr4txABU4CTxa3LROHTmfs2AsqEtuzAijU1M0KAY3_U_mV-42YI3HIRCmiv_70XK1QL29HoZEsjFf0BBR8TelUzrQjHsjYZV8H/s320/DSC01611.JPG" width="131" /></a>Now that I am not obligated to post daily, I think about posting more than I actually do it. I could go back to daily outfits, but it's too much commitment . Although, I am happy to report that I have NOT gone clothes shopping since my first couple of Goodwill trips. No retail clothing for me in 2011 so far! That said, I have been the recipient of some stellar "hand-me-downs", and 1 brand new <a href="http://fashioninmotion.wordpress.com/2009/06/11/the-7-way-dress/">Seven Ways Dress</a> that was a gift from my very sweet and generous Aunt Diane. I have worn the dress at least three different ways, and I will certainly find many more ways to wear it! I consider it a worthwhile challenge. Actually, I think I'm going to wear it to my 20 year high school reunion this Saturday. I will post some pictures of the dress for sure!<br />
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The kids continue to amaze, confound, surprise, infuriate, and inspire me. I made it through spring break without harming myself, or them, so I am giving myself a "high five"! In truth, they are really delightful, and I am very lucky to have them in my life. They are abundant joy.<br />
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We also now have chickens in our backyard. 5 of them. I have been wanting chickens for a while now, and we received these chickens through a divorce. They are very cute, but they are a lot of work. (Sound like anyone<i> you</i> know?) I am still not sure about whether or not these visitors will become family members, but they are in a coop in our backyard for now!<br />
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Also, Don't forget to send all of your pressing questions to the awesomely written column <a href="http://badadviceforgoodpeople.tumblr.com/" style="color: blue;">"BAD ADVICE FOR GOOD PEOPLE"</a>.<br />
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And, finally, I've included some photos of the kids because I've had some requests!!! Peace to you all! Thank you for stopping by!!!!<br />
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</tbody></table>Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-90163631418236759872011-03-29T02:52:00.000-07:002011-03-29T03:10:38.935-07:00What Happens in Vegas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZqAfqM6jV5nOm68NiQiTrEOZc8l1CoKF4qlNzU6apqp_kCjU_m2aqyBzDALuOvDIggbhzqqWSHr1GH_B0B2RzTbgIwkDq6pnjSDWV3_rcxjGTzyxDZkdBJiVh1dhq6UcbiUWYo-OWoDq/s1600/DSC01668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZqAfqM6jV5nOm68NiQiTrEOZc8l1CoKF4qlNzU6apqp_kCjU_m2aqyBzDALuOvDIggbhzqqWSHr1GH_B0B2RzTbgIwkDq6pnjSDWV3_rcxjGTzyxDZkdBJiVh1dhq6UcbiUWYo-OWoDq/s400/DSC01668.JPG" width="187" /></a></div>This weekend, Richard and I stole away together alone overnight for the first time in seven and a half years! Well, for the first time for more than 14 hours... A few years back, 6, to be exact, we flew to Vegas to see <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1814987922" style="color: blue;">Prince</a><a href="http://www.hotelchatter.com/story/2007/3/27/94435/6681/hotels/Prince_s_3121_Closing_Up_Shop" style="color: blue;">'s closing show</a>. We left at 6 in the evening the night of the concert, and flew back to L.A. at 6 a.m. the following morning. Leo was a baby, so I couldn't bring myself to stay overnight. I also think I was nursing at the time, and that was a huge factor. At any rate, Richard and I have never been away together from the kids overnight until this weekend. Crazy huh?<br />
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Actually, come to think of it, December was the first time<i> I</i> had been kid-free for more than a few hours since Charlie was born. I was away for THREE days. And, we all know how that turned out; HaHa hospitalized upon my return... Mom punished for abandoning children...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc-D-lZsCp5jIe7vXAdXXnPaIVjWKvokAFNsxgZY1iafqDezxV66Z914k0uy28z3IQvp960USL4vWB8MTtJVOFk29stEhZYI1xsTjJeUsLy7W4P5wWQMj-xLB87lHTC8rWe1OaS5CSyfK/s1600/DSC01672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc-D-lZsCp5jIe7vXAdXXnPaIVjWKvokAFNsxgZY1iafqDezxV66Z914k0uy28z3IQvp960USL4vWB8MTtJVOFk29stEhZYI1xsTjJeUsLy7W4P5wWQMj-xLB87lHTC8rWe1OaS5CSyfK/s320/DSC01672.JPG" width="182" /></a>Anyway, back to Vegas. We went to celebrate the wedding of my lovely cousin Dee, who is<i> half</i> of the reason Richard and I met. The other half, Richard's dear friend Brian, welcomed his baby daughter to the world on the same day that Dee and her beloved Paul got hitched! Coincidence? <br />
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We had so much fun at the wedding, and the reception lasted long enough to kick off <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150166371298828&set=a.27142363827.48299.540213827&theater" style="color: blue;">Richard's birthday!</a><span style="color: blue;"> </span>It was a perfect first weekend away from the kids! And, my wedding outfit was comprised of hand-me-downs courtesy of one Nancy Bryan. Thank you, Nancy!<br />
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By the way, if any of you reader's have a burning question you should check out my friend's new site <a href="http://badadviceforgoodpeople.tumblr.com/" style="color: blue;">Bad Advice for Good People</a><span style="color: blue;">.</span> Anonymous questions are welcome!<br />
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Congratulations Paul, Dee, Brian and Jill!!!<br />
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Outfit:<br />
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White Jacket: Macy's. I had been wanting a white jacket after I saw an outfit in Vogue, et voila!<br />
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Black dress: Banana Republic. The black lace peeking out is from a slip underneath.<br />
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Shoes: American Eagle.<br />
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Flower: My <a href="http://vivalahealthy.blogspot.com/">cousin </a>gave this to me. It's from Anthropologie. The perfect accent!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-58328134376881393432011-03-08T23:36:00.000-08:002011-03-08T23:55:19.572-08:00Peep Out!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-HNdvYqUwaLs9lAK8jGwYdjDVnG5XzwHeIeDlM7djIMNsThxG7hyUI0qaIa_dmDg_ty0ISAh9u4XUpv0mb9KH68Q1I3ABz_tOXPARGniSEZW9pW8MgrhLJbq5B5QxlE-xlRrgjeXm_sw/s1600/DSC01285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-HNdvYqUwaLs9lAK8jGwYdjDVnG5XzwHeIeDlM7djIMNsThxG7hyUI0qaIa_dmDg_ty0ISAh9u4XUpv0mb9KH68Q1I3ABz_tOXPARGniSEZW9pW8MgrhLJbq5B5QxlE-xlRrgjeXm_sw/s320/DSC01285.JPG" width="240" /></a>I have been sitting at my computer for awhile trying to figure out how I want to frame this post. I guess I am having some writer's block. I also worked all day, drove home with the children, had a visit with my visiting-from-Thailand-brother-in-law, went out to vote, and came back home to put the wild boys to bed while Richard ran out to vote with HaHa. So, I guess I'm tired. Go figure.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRI_ep0LSneRQlgEzdmtBUwugpRwXKRxAvrUEm7ELvQi2hNtqu1dY2XsjuTRQEk21TosD8kAoCTVNqGfVqHiEECOqhoYFmXacd1sMQRJrynf4jdIyahgTSaoskCW_sIfUWYiIN769F546/s1600/DSC01311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRI_ep0LSneRQlgEzdmtBUwugpRwXKRxAvrUEm7ELvQi2hNtqu1dY2XsjuTRQEk21TosD8kAoCTVNqGfVqHiEECOqhoYFmXacd1sMQRJrynf4jdIyahgTSaoskCW_sIfUWYiIN769F546/s320/DSC01311.JPG" width="158" /></a>As I was sitting here, in front of my screen, I yawned and sighed a bit. HaHa looked me in the eye and said, "Wake up, Mommy." It made me laugh. She is really turning into a funny and charming person. She sings little ditties that she makes up, runs around in plastic heels, tells me every day that my <a href="http://www.vivalahealthy.blogspot.com/">cousin Taylor's</a> cat Lola "scratched" her, and she is so, so, very sweet.<br />
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So what does this all have to do with peeping out?! Nothing. I realized recently that not blogging keeps me from being on top of the awesome blogs I follow. I'm not on the computer as much, so I forget to check in. These bloggers are my peeps, and I love them so!<br />
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These outfits hail from January 18th and 19th, respectively. They also hail from clothes I bought for other people that didn't work out for them.<br />
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Jumpsuit: This was a Salvation Army find that I got for my Fresh Friend, and it was 50% off (so it was all of 3 bucks!) It didn't fit her well, so I tucked it away and tried it on after the new year!<br />
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Striped tee: Pollyanna hand-me-down.<br />
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Star shirt: This shirt was for Pollyanna, but she didn't want it. I got it at the same Salvation Army sale. It was going to go to the last clothing swap, but I tried it on and decided to keep it!<br />
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Polka- dot skirt: I got this from S.A., along with a few other items, for Sheena, the woman who did<a href="http://www.theuniformproject.com/year1/home/trailer.html"> The Uniform Project</a>. She, (or her people), never got back to me.<br />
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Yellow sweater: This is a post-New Year's hand-me-down from, yet again, my Fresh Friend. H&M.<br />
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</tbody></table>Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-90308754424079484382011-03-03T00:48:00.000-08:002011-04-21T13:44:32.955-07:00Today!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aD9tZZfqFK-9B0CydCX41qd_B7lHXVKzg0WFGCjB-4qYzwD-3n_1FfS0h73zCKmw2DHdGSMXJ64BNonGtcECQMD_wMvxDRDG8EjwUgAO28b_27a-3U8DvzQqzuu383wNebE33nVVssA3/s1600/DSC01462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aD9tZZfqFK-9B0CydCX41qd_B7lHXVKzg0WFGCjB-4qYzwD-3n_1FfS0h73zCKmw2DHdGSMXJ64BNonGtcECQMD_wMvxDRDG8EjwUgAO28b_27a-3U8DvzQqzuu383wNebE33nVVssA3/s320/DSC01462.JPG" width="240" /></a></div> I have been putting off posting for a number of reasons, and <i>a lot</i> has happened since my last post. Of course it has. It's life, right? Some things I can talk about, and some things are far too profound to discuss on a blog about not shopping.<br />
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First of all, the day I finished my job as a long term first grade substitute teacher, I came down with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streptococcus">strep</a>. Of course, I did not know that I had strep until four days into my illness, but it <i>was </i>strep, and it was horrible. It started when I was cleaning up five months of papers and lessons and other stuff that had ended up on my desk. I had not wanted to clean up, as my last day had been so emotional, but I needed to move my stuff because the other teacher was coming in on the weekend, and she needed a clean slate.<br />
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As I was filing papers, and replacing staples, and moving all about the classroom, I started to feel wonky. At first I tried to dismiss it, but by the time I gathered the boys and got into the car, I was positively feverish. Luckily, my mom and my aunt were at my house with HaHa, so after I made dinner I took a burning hot bath and crawled into bed.<br />
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I stayed there the whole weekend, lost six pounds from sweating, and only got out of bed on Monday because I knew that the pain in my throat was too horrible to be anything but strep, even though Richard was mocking me and calling me dramatic.<br />
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I still have not bought any clothes in retail, and I have not been Goodwill shopping since my first couple of trips. I went to a clothing swap where I got rid of over a dozen items, and brought home only two. <br />
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I <i>did</i> but a new pair of<a href="http://www.earthfootwear.com/ourfootwear/ourfootwearproducts/tabid/65/language/en-us/p-193-exer-slide.aspx"> Earth</a> sandals because I wanted a walking shoe. I lost one of my Fit Flops. These Earth shoes are pretty ugly, but now that my daily posting is over, and I'm a full-time<a href="http://www.acronyms.com/acronyms.cfm?term=SAHM"> SAHM </a>, I don't need to look my best. I can go back to my mom jeans and bon-bons!<br />
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Today's Outfit:<br />
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Yellow sweater and green scarf :<a href="http://freshairfrolics.blogspot.com/"> Fresh friend </a>hand-me-down from last weekend. As I have said many times before, I am very lucky to have stylish and generous friends!<br />
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Jeans: Goodwill.<br />
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Shoes: My new Earth monstrosities!<br />
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The shirt in the photo with the kids was also a newly handed down item! This was a few days post strep and I had a giant cold sore which is why I'm making a weird expression. <br />
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P.S. Forgive my shaky composition, it's been awhile.<br />
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P.S.S. This post is dedicated to the lovely Pollyanna, my posting coach!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-64326405410164048642011-01-19T23:25:00.000-08:002011-01-19T23:31:05.056-08:00Gifts!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV9OQXcQKiLe4MITICmF5Upi0PWfu4kf_biXYrA7bV4vxSCwgZ8YNtnyhcAxSM8TGDzv7oXe4vwUJfSFRILanvfPvhB8YJZkipB2eezKYkPLT7znTCrtjrnbjULraGbqTwCRXgCtx_Bzk/s1600/DSC01244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV9OQXcQKiLe4MITICmF5Upi0PWfu4kf_biXYrA7bV4vxSCwgZ8YNtnyhcAxSM8TGDzv7oXe4vwUJfSFRILanvfPvhB8YJZkipB2eezKYkPLT7znTCrtjrnbjULraGbqTwCRXgCtx_Bzk/s320/DSC01244.JPG" width="220" /></a>After Richard's sneaky surprise post, I was at a loss for how to proceed with my own posting. Garment Bag Outfits? Goodwill finds? Dressing without drama?<br />
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And, of course, by drama I mean the preoccupation with not repeating outfits, and, having to photograph said outfits daily...<br />
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So, now I have no obligations. At least in blogging I don't. And this leaves me in a bit of a quandary.<br />
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To Post? Or not to post?<br />
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How 'bout post? Briefly.<br />
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I have received many gifts since the end of my year of no-shopping, no swapping, new outfit every day.<br />
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Here is a "new" outfit comprised of two handed-down garments.<br />
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A lovely seventies style peasant dress, and an incredibly warm and awesome coat!<br />
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Shout out to the two ladies who passed these on!<br />
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Oh! I can't forget to mention the nearly-new Seychelles flats I nabbed at the G.W.!<br />
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Thanks to all for my "new" rags! And thank you, Richard, stealth blogger, for the last post!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-7796195001172453722011-01-17T19:02:00.000-08:002011-01-17T19:02:28.406-08:00Collateral Damage!!!Hi all. This is Richard.<br />
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Shelayna has slowed her posting schedule, so I thought I'd stop in and talk about what has been going on since she completed her project.<br />
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Here is a picture of our bedroom from this afternoon.<br />
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These are <b>all</b> of my clothes.<br />
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For some reason, a year of only wearing the clothes that are on her side of the closet has made Shelayna very introspective, and today she decided that I had too many clothes. Did I ask for this munificent behavior? No. Did I get it anyway? Yes.<br />
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Since I work in technology, my normal clothing is a polo shirt, and jeans. Dressing up means wearing a white button down shirt... and jeans. However, I do have some seldom worn clothes that I love - my suits, my party shirt (buttons optional), that sweatshirt I used to wear all the time in 1999. All of them went into the out pile. Now, I'm going to have to go clothes shopping for myself - something I really dislike. And I'm going to be really upset if I see my favorite patterned shirt on some homeless guy.<br />
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Even poor Jordan got pulled into this craziness, and was forced to do a fashion show of his old jeans.<br />
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Anyway, I'm significantly clothes poorer, and Shelayna has been to Goodwill twice this month. Maybe this is a subtle move to get more closet space?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-59730832913233281472011-01-08T23:44:00.000-08:002011-01-08T23:44:31.146-08:00Blog-Drawl!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GUXH1WBS8U6gBQAY0TR3gEPYi60Ykr_qD4oBflTENus0-pcUWoGiE_fEYRAxR4JFhBSHHCFnevLO3ornaePUcVNtRSE65buTGaIOcpV8BZkwNZK8VbvAiF4UHWG-BsPZPj3-A5Wu6OMc/s1600/DSC01187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GUXH1WBS8U6gBQAY0TR3gEPYi60Ykr_qD4oBflTENus0-pcUWoGiE_fEYRAxR4JFhBSHHCFnevLO3ornaePUcVNtRSE65buTGaIOcpV8BZkwNZK8VbvAiF4UHWG-BsPZPj3-A5Wu6OMc/s320/DSC01187.JPG" width="160" /></a>So I have gone one full week without posting! It feels very strange. For the first few days after my last post I felt as if I had a phantom limb that had been lost at sea... (Does that image make sense?) Coming home after work, and not taking photos of my outfits was surreal. It was also otherworldly not getting dressed without thinking about repeating. It still feels weird sometimes. <br />
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I also went shopping for the first time in a year! At Goodwill! My <a href="http://freshairfrolics.blogspot.com/">Fresh friend</a> gave me a Christmas gift o' cash in order to go shopping at the G.W., so, of course, I had to go. However, I Still haven't bought clothing in retail.<br />
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I got four things:<br />
A creme sweater with metallic thread.<br />
A cap-sleeve jacket that also has metallic thread.<br />
A pair of black cargo pants.<br />
A navy mock-turtleneck long-sleeved shirt with gold sequins!<br />
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I hope the first week of January went swimmingly for you all!<br />
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Here's to a happy second week! <br />
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</tbody></table>I hope that you all enjoyed the first day of 2011. Please, please, let it be a sweet year!!!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-41495167254060372232010-12-31T13:27:00.000-08:002011-01-01T02:00:20.003-08:00The Last Outfits!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tOgil0l7h4nFz529Aw94tCLZmX3J7lv5leiYOjyhqPvKmGeIoXdI5M3bUueO3lFXfUpbOSzouUuaaQiaplLFb-koZK1c_W0WULCTQknw-kaINdr5MHgsA_OGk2CrGmZyobW8eTPO6lDK/s1600/DSC01138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tOgil0l7h4nFz529Aw94tCLZmX3J7lv5leiYOjyhqPvKmGeIoXdI5M3bUueO3lFXfUpbOSzouUuaaQiaplLFb-koZK1c_W0WULCTQknw-kaINdr5MHgsA_OGk2CrGmZyobW8eTPO6lDK/s400/DSC01138.JPG" width="191" /></a>I wore two outfits today. One I put together in complete haste and was not happy with, and the other I was completely happy with. Both outfits were donned in order to enjoy meals. For brunch, we went to Roscoe's, and for New Year's Eve dinner I went to my amazing friends' Josh and Brady's.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gx56xvIWEPxOikzCizlHQ0nwUdLJtscIJ7RKId6D5a301lP4_VNp0LOXSZGVj7U5w6iZ9LuUe5mS-D1PyZ0UnKTtlz9qhcsYyRu0jIoDpez4F9Wk-1PJu6CNovIFK5rKVl1VB9O0_RNm/s1600/DSC01121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gx56xvIWEPxOikzCizlHQ0nwUdLJtscIJ7RKId6D5a301lP4_VNp0LOXSZGVj7U5w6iZ9LuUe5mS-D1PyZ0UnKTtlz9qhcsYyRu0jIoDpez4F9Wk-1PJu6CNovIFK5rKVl1VB9O0_RNm/s320/DSC01121.JPG" width="149" /></a>As I was talking and toasting in the New Year with my mom, my aunt, my mother-in-law, HaHa and Richard, my aunt reminded me that I was supposed to wear this lace dress she gave me last year. The dress was from a yard sale my neighbors across the street were having. I put the dress on for Christmas, but decided that I should save it for New Year's, but of course, I forgot.<br />
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So, I may wear the dress tomorrow. It is still a "special" day right? First day of 2011.<br />
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I will have several follow up posts. Not sure how often they will come, but they will be posted.<br />
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One of these posts will be devoted to the contents of this garment bag I was given by the very sweet mother of my adorable friend. The bag came with a note that said "Do Not Open Before January 1". I also received some other "gifts" this week that I feel obliged to show. They are all very awesome! <br />
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Who knows, with the contents of the garment bag, and my other gifts, I may not have to shop in 2011 either!<br />
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Time will tell...<br />
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Happy, Happy, New Year to you all!!!<br />
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<b>Day</b>: Shirt: Cousin hand-me-down. Forever 21.<br />
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Dress: Friend Hand-me-down. Ann Taylor.<br />
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<b>Night</b>: Sequin Jacket. One of my beloved friends gave this to me in high school. She had great taste.<br />
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Wife beater: Target. I got these when I was pregnant with Charlie. They were a pregnancy staple!<br />
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Pants: Express. These pants were bought for a friend's wedding. <br />
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Shoes: Thrift store. They have sequins, but they are not so comfortable for long wear. They may be in the "out" pile!Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-31062173724813154562010-12-30T13:30:00.000-08:002010-12-31T02:02:10.198-08:00Birthday Gumbo!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-cVvI8-Tezg9mb5IHBAqxmTzca_mj96F5eMmbFfO9eoktscKTsBPT0O0_pKLAT3gyg1NFqd-ghdNf-hk-_0ux4LAsvDSpJK76UfpKNvH4GYAx1q9R6qQs4MzGEGufGTLeMI7xelWJowxG/s1600/DSC01105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-cVvI8-Tezg9mb5IHBAqxmTzca_mj96F5eMmbFfO9eoktscKTsBPT0O0_pKLAT3gyg1NFqd-ghdNf-hk-_0ux4LAsvDSpJK76UfpKNvH4GYAx1q9R6qQs4MzGEGufGTLeMI7xelWJowxG/s400/DSC01105.JPG" width="216" /></a>Tonight I had the honor of attending a birthday party for one of the sweetest and most stylish ladies I know! A true beauty and gracious hostess, she served us a magnificent and delicious gumbo, as well as a bevy of tasty treats and libations!<br />
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It was a fabulous party. The guests were delightful, the conversations were intriguing, and the music, was on point! I am so glad I got to go, because the rest of my day was pretty hectic.<br />
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At said party, I was given a new moniker by my BFF, Pollyanna. I am now going to be known as "The Swirl"(as in down with the...), when I order cappuccinos and do karaoke! I like it so very much!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6YT06ZesBcUGOjhLlGAYIFLuGOEWJ68SQ5BUmERnYXoVOiJVRQALNf9ethVD9YUNbc_m7Okle8cS02wC7aQOADgOl21DK7c2N_rldCDR-bctTVYcciM7UEv_pgJbbZhYtZzFhZCGu_ff/s1600/DSC01088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6YT06ZesBcUGOjhLlGAYIFLuGOEWJ68SQ5BUmERnYXoVOiJVRQALNf9ethVD9YUNbc_m7Okle8cS02wC7aQOADgOl21DK7c2N_rldCDR-bctTVYcciM7UEv_pgJbbZhYtZzFhZCGu_ff/s320/DSC01088.JPG" width="141" /></a>So, it is 1:42 a.m. I think I have only gone to bed before midnight once this whole break. I have also not woken up before 10:00 a.m. more than once...<br />
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Maybe my next project should be about getting to bed early...<br />
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One day left!!!<br />
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I have a "day" look and a "night". I took the boys to the optometrist today, so I opted for basic "mom" gear. I jazzed it up at night for the party!<br />
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<b>Day</b>: Shirt: Cousin hand-me-down. Mossimo.<br />
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Pants: Goodwill. Mossimo.<br />
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Shoes:Wanted.<br />
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<b>Night</b>: Under Shirt: Goodwill. Isabel Marant.<br />
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Jacket: Some thrift store long, long ago. I couldn't resist the sequins! A. Buyer.<br />
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Pants: Same.<br />
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Shoes: Goodwill. Jelly Beanz.<br />
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I took a page out of HaHa's book, (which was really my book, of course), and decided to go poncho with my skirt. Why not, right? This is all about experimenting and mixing it up. So, that was my inspiration.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9OdS60FgW5KFt7h8kPdJe20GcC2RUquoROdL-ScbgM34_G23hfbjHA0UsrQ9Y5UHeALTQtv0tzRkmUKPCWoTCION9HNPwDwiX706gBIh736UnWvetRR0eL0RS5VK-py37-WzXqfNYzRV/s1600/DSC01084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9OdS60FgW5KFt7h8kPdJe20GcC2RUquoROdL-ScbgM34_G23hfbjHA0UsrQ9Y5UHeALTQtv0tzRkmUKPCWoTCION9HNPwDwiX706gBIh736UnWvetRR0eL0RS5VK-py37-WzXqfNYzRV/s320/DSC01084.JPG" width="177" /></a>Interestingly, when I was enjoying my 15 minutes of kid-free time of the day, leafing through a much appreciated copy of Vogue brought to me by my mother-in-law, I found a picture of a woman wearing a look not quite unlike mine and HaHa's. So, my fashion instincts are not so wacko after all...<br />
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I was going to write about the gift I was given today in a garment bag with a note that says: "Do Not Open Until January 1st", but I'll talk about that tomorrow!<br />
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I gotta get some sleep!<br />
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Outfit:<br />
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Skirt: Salvation Army. High School purchase. This is probably the seventh time I've worn it this year. (I can't wait to see if I'm right!)<br />
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Sweater: Cousin hand-me-down. Tulle.<br />
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Boots: Fresh friend hand-me-down. It rained again today!<br />
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<b>Heck Yeah!</b> Three days to go baby! Boo-yah! I am almost at the finish line!!! Yippee!!!<br />
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I will probably have a few follow up posts, as mandated by Richard. Maybe tomorrow I'll let him post for me. I must say, I have found that the blogging of this project, as well as the support and attention from my lovely readers, really, truly, kept me honest and motivated. I don't know if I would have kept my promise if I had just made it to myself. In fact, I believe I tried not to shop the year before last and I fell off the wagon pretty quickly. So, I really, really, thank you<i> all </i>for giving me the time of day!<br />
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Today, while driving to pick up my lovely mother-in-law at the train station, I got forced onto some carpool express way with no exits! I think it was going to LAX. After about 6 miles of driving (that felt like 10), I saw an exit for the 710 freeway, which happened to be ending. I was in Alhambra! All from one bad right turn.<br />
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Lucky for me, the train was late. So, I didn't have to feel horrible for making my mother-in-law wait in the dark, cold, night!<br />
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Outfit:<br />
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This outfit is so much better in person! So delicate, yet strong. I waited until the last minute to take my photos, and the light was not good. I then took them inside before dinner, but I was distracted. I was going to take them again right now, but I don't have the energy. At least you can see it's not a repeat!<br />
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Shirt: Goodwill. Isabel Marant.<br />
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Skirt: Thrift store. I got this many, many years ago. It was a dress, but I cut off the top. It was very frilly and not my style when I cut it, but I probably would wear it the original way today if I could! I think it is homemade.<br />
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Dress: Thrift store. Another ancient find. Joan Leslie by Kasper.<br />
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Shoes: Haha picked these out for me, and I rather like them with this. I probably would have chosen differently! Goodwill. Jelly Beanz. <br />
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Shelaynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662655523739367717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570203567649439900.post-87865403968758144052010-12-27T23:22:00.000-08:002010-12-29T01:07:15.107-08:00Four to Go!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwW4Jz_ZfQNQL_7eBncUlOeTXP1q6ZYm7KuobPEo9GwBHSCCrzegs_neqADBB1LBU9pLZrL0q71ClotEl7-tUNfjtHhl9qSvS58IKxHmHK2AhjnU1bzRBkZ97y9E3lbITxTkcNOKIwRt9q/s1600/DSC00969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwW4Jz_ZfQNQL_7eBncUlOeTXP1q6ZYm7KuobPEo9GwBHSCCrzegs_neqADBB1LBU9pLZrL0q71ClotEl7-tUNfjtHhl9qSvS58IKxHmHK2AhjnU1bzRBkZ97y9E3lbITxTkcNOKIwRt9q/s400/DSC00969.JPG" width="222" /></a>Four more days! Four more days and then?... I have a few ideas!<br />
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Today our pediatrician called and said that Leo's throat culture from LAST Monday cam back positive for strep. So that's a whole week Leo's been around other kids and people, giving him many opportunities to infect them! Yay! I guess the rapid strep test has around a 5% percent chance of a false negative. And here I thought that Leo might just be one of the lucky folk who are immune to the streptococcus bacteria.<br />
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So, could this be what I've been fighting? I don't think so, because my throat doesn't hurt, but I'm going to call the doctor tomorrow to see if I could be carrying strep even if I don't have symptoms.<br />
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Why am I so interested in finding out, you ask? Because one of my dearest and loveliest and most <a href="http://iheartguts.com/" style="color: blue;">creative and amazing</a> friends is moving across the country in three days with her family, and I would hate to get them sick, even if I feel like I'm fine...<br />
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Since I'm not at work this week I don't have to worry about what I look like! I really only have one goal: Do Not Repeat! I think I'm in the clear, but I shouldn't jinx myself!<br />
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Pants: Thrift store. Bottom half of an adorable jumpsuit I cut in half for some strange reason.<br />
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Jacket: Goodwill. Ann Taylor. I have promised this jacket to a lovely lady up north who adores it. I like it fine, but I am not super attached to it!<br />
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Shoes: Capezio. These are dance sandals I bought when I was playing Eve, as in the first woman, in a show seventeen or so years ago. Frightening! I was in college. Seventeen years ago... I'm old!<br />
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