My mother, circa 1970's, most likely in an outfit she designed and made herself. She was always so shy in front of the camera. How in the world did she breed a daughter (and granddaughter, for that matter!) like me?
I'm waiting for my sister and nanny to get here (whoever comes first!) to begin my major wardrobe/closet reconstruction, and to actually practice what I preach. It's been a long time coming, and now with our pending move at the end of the month, from east side to west, (with a month of vacation and storage in between) I have the perfect excuse to make this happen once and for all. I must admit that I have had dreams, BIG DREAMS for my tiny closet for quite some time now, and although there have been efforts, it has never been finished to completion. I dare you all to start this challenge with me now. A woman's closet should be her sanctity, her joy, her artistic expression, waiting for the wear... and if it's a mess, I promise you, at least half the time, you will be too.
The main goal here is to streamline, minimize, organize and execute! I ran to the grocery store to pick up some veggies and begged the produce man (ok, I flirted a little) to give me some boxes. He refused at first but eventually gave in. I know I can purchase these, but it just seems stupid to me. There are perfectly good, used apple boxes at a store near you. And they will help you organize your categories! Anyway, this will be a month long process, of which I'll share with you every step of the way (with bits of other yummi-ness in between) and I swear on my dogs life (the dog I like least, of course) that I will show proof that it is possible to do this without the help of an overpaid stylist. Stay tuned...
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