The Epic Closet Clean-Out Action Plan

As part of my 2016 commitment to “mindful shopping,” I decided to embark on an epic closet cleanse. (I suppose the parlance du jour would be “closet detox.”) It’s been…interesting. Now, I’m a person who believes in the life-changing magic of cleaning out a closet. I last embarked on a crazy-big closet purge between film school semesters about (eek!) five years ago. And it really changed my life. No joke! A rigorous slash-and-burning of my sartorial belongings gave me a new angle on who I was, helped me make peace with the loose ends of my life, more fully empowered

Ugh to Errands, Be A Treasure Trove And Other Resolutions for the Year

I’ve always maintained that January 1 was a senseless date to make resolutions. Most people are coming off a hectic holiday season and need to settle back into their normal lives in order to accurately judge what they want to change. It’s also smack-dab in the middle of a cold, dark season for most of us — and all you want to do is cozy up at home and sleep. Who wants to be all yang-ish and “Forward, march!” when you feel like that? You’re just setting yourself up for failure. But a few weeks into 2016, and I’m ready

A Year Of No Shopping (Or At Least A Lot Less Of It)

I’ve always wanted to try a “no shopping” experiment. A strange longing, I know. But I’ve always been fascinated by people who chronicle their experiences with limited capsule wardrobes or “shopping their closets” or “using out” their entire kitchen or pantry. Maybe I find something elegant in the austerity, maybe I have a weird inner Puritan or Victorian that needs tending to, maybe I’m overwhelmed by the consumerism and wastefulness around us, I don’t know. But going without shopping for fun or pleasure for a period of time seems interesting to me. Of course, I’m aware that this kind of

Hopefully, Gently, Soon

I spent the last day of 2015 like many other nights during the year: I got home from dinner at my parents’ house, got the baby down to sleep and then retreated to my bedroom. Then I read books, listened to music and watched some Netflix. (“Making A Murderer,” a strange way to end one year and begin the next.) And then I crashed out just after midnight, waking when my sweetheart came home from work so I could welcome him and the new year. I’m glad 2015 is over. It was a beautiful year, the first year of being