Last Saturday night at 8:30 pm, I decided to go through all my dresses as part of my closet clean-out. (Now you know how I like to spend my Saturday nights.) I counted a total of 31 dresses. Sounds slightly insane, I know, but we’re talking dresses from the past 15 years or so. I love dresses. I love them more theoretically at this point, since baby-wrangling isn’t really a dress- or nursing-friendly activity. These days I’m mostly about jeans and striped mariniere tops that can take a beating. But I used to wear them all the time. I have
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
When I lived in NYC, I wore jackets and blazers all the time. Boyfriend blazers, tuxedo-y styles, classic English-y redingcotes: they all made me feel upright, strong, swaddled in strength and fortitude as I weaved down the streets and sidewalks quick and sharp. My uniform was a sharp jacket, skinny jeans and boots — it was practical and utilitarian, but most importantly, it made me feel like a semi-elegant bad-ass. Then of course, I left, and slowly those jackets went away. I either sold them — some lucky duck owns a fabulous Phoebe Philo-era Chloe wool jacket now for crazy-cheap
It took me forever to find a perfectly plain, simple winter jacket. It’s half biker-style, half utilitarian, and very warm. With my favorite scarf this winter. Also, this pair of jeans is on its last legs, so I’m commemorating them with a picture. Tears. All my favorite winter things.