HELLO I MADE A POET BLOUSE. Is there anything sexier than a ridiculous amount of fabric, like definitely way too much fabric, draped over your body and billowing all around you?
You: “Um …?”
It’s sexy because it’s so perfectly easy, and it’s also straight out of an old English novel, full of romance and vicars and scandal. Can’t you just see some gorgeous, socially frustrated man with curling tendrils, ripping this from my shoulders in a fit of wild passion?
With special details like tiny rows of shirring to shape the sleeves, and a draped, detached cowl at the back, and an insanely soft, liquid-y rayon fabric, I feel easy and confident and loved and like a goddamned fascinating poet. Invite me to your dinner parties.
I also embroidered a tiny pale blue “V” next to a covered button on the silk wristband. Fucking sexpot over here.
Roses are red, violets are blue
P.S. this blouse is basically see-through. GOODBYE.
HELLO I MADE THESE LOUNGE PANTS. I’ve been super excited to get started on lounging pajamas, because, let’s face it, real luxury begins at home. And the pair of tasteless, jersey sad pants from Target that I’ve been wearing for the last three years were SHAMEFUL. True story: I actually felt sorry for my husband every time I wore them. Now I’m gliding around the house like a goddamn boss bitch in drape-y emerald green velvet. NO MORE APOLOGIES.
I made ties, so the waistband can be cinched or relaxed, as needed, and added pintucked pleats for a little interest. The fabric is beyond soft and stretchy and can be thrown in the washer and dryer, so they’re comfy and easy, but NOT ugly as sin. You really can have it all! I’m wearing them right now, and life is glorious.
Wardrobe|Myself items completed:
Blue velvet top (+ 1 pincushion)
Green velvet lounge pants
I also made the top (for New Year’s Eve), but that’s a story for another time. GOODBYE.
HELLO I MADE A PHOTO CATALOGUE. Molly told me I needed to share more pictures of everything, and obviously she was right, so after my fancy closet makeover, I photo catalogued everything left hanging. I mean, I did tops and jackets anyway (bottoms are a whole other category – as are jammies and undies). It feels like a pretty full wardrobe, honestly – even after such a big purge – but I still have to live a life while I work on replacing the one I have now. Ohmigod, you guys, I’M REPLACING MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. Anyway, this is the current situation (I think if you right click and open the image in a new tab you can zoom in a little (CONFIRMED)):
* Anything with an asterisk is something I’ve already made.
The concept is obvious, right? I’m keeping or restyling or repairing or replacing. I’m not going to insult your intelligence any further.
Is this so boring?? I think maybe this is boring for you, but I find it FASCINATING. You should totally catalogue your closet – I have such a new appreciation for my clothes! Obviously do it AFTER a purge – anything you don’t totally love is definitely not worthy of a photograph. I honestly really love everything here. Or I will love it, after I do some repairs and restyling, and when it’s all charted out I can see what kinds of pieces would be great additions. I swear it will be more interesting as I move forward. GOD, YOU GUYS, COULD I DRAG OUT THE INTRO TO THIS BLOG ANY FURTHER?? JUST THROW IT ALL AWAY AND MAKE SOMETHING!
Anyway … only five pieces up there are from other contemporary designers – the shell in the top right square, the blouse in the third row far left, the denim jacket, and the two dark leather jackets – everything else is either vintage or made by me. That feels kind of great. And with the exception of the leather jackets, I hope to replace the rest of it with my own work. I’m sort of tempted to embroider my initials into everything too, just because that feels like a rich person, luxury thing to do. I once read through the descriptions of a bunch of estate pieces, and all of the (very fancy, hand sewn) undergarments had initials AND dates embroidered inside (the royals also did (maybe they still do?) that). 2017 feels like it might be a date I’d love to forget (at least politically), so maybe just initials for me.
After publishing this post I will begin my first monogram on another completed item for myself. This one is also velvet and also completely impossible to photograph. Excited to try to show you, but more excited to start wearing it. GOODBYE.
HELLO I FINISHED MY CLOSET. Almost. Basically. It was the literal definition of depressing, and I’m so glad I did something about it after all these sad years. I didn’t grab a ‘before’ shot until I had already emptied everything out, but who cares anyway. It’s fun now. And I love it so much.
I JUST rediscovered that kooky leopard 1960s Bill Blass jacket (with matching dress) in a bag of dry cleaning AFTER wallpapering. Can you even? It needs some work, but I’m obviously bringing that back into rotation. IT MATCHES MY CLOSET.
I decided to go super bananas and fill the space with color and glamour and cheekiness, because I’ve been VERY RESTRAINED in the rest of the house. This little spot is just for me, so why not make it reflect my best inner lunatic self?
A million coats (and yet, still not enough) of Benjamin Moore’s Deep Green. I should have gone for two or three more coats, but I actually wanted to live my life, so I stopped at FOUR. The shade, though, is so rich and velvety, and it makes me feel like such a bitch.
That shelf on the left is a rolling bookshelf, that I literally found in the alley the very day I started this project, after thinking I needed a rolling shelf. IT FITS PERFECTLY. On the top I keep my pretty clutch purses, and down below are stupid things like winter boots and hiking shoes. Ugh, don’t ask. At least I don’t have to look at them. But, SO ORGANIZED.
I VERY MUCH would like to replace the wire Ikea shelves with a pretty, wooden chest of drawers, but I haven’t even started looking for that yet. Obviously my luxury goals are greatly held up in the meantime. The drawers are full of extra velvet hangers and … wigs.
I cleaned out ALL of my bathing suits and scarves and belts, except for those few things: two maillots and three long ribbon scarves. And the clothes you see hanging are all that’s left after my first major purge. Much of it I’ve sewn myself and everything else will be replaced over the coming months.
Obviously, you can see that space is ultra limited, and I definitely do not plan to fill it back up again. One-by-one I’ll replace whatever’s in there with something better. And even though the priority should be those awful, uncomfortable bras, it will probably be a bathing suit, because I have POOL VACATIONS, PEOPLE. And I also have a sun allergy, so ALSO COVERUPS!
And now I’m off to photo catalogue every single item. GOODBYE.
When I decided to start this project, I never focused on a big cleansing moment. I figured I’d get rid of the things I didn’t love with no great fanfare, just by gradual replacements – certainly not by stopping to thank the lousy bras with wires poking through or the collection of button ups that are boring me to tears. But it’s become obvious that friends are expecting a big gesture, and when I walked into my closet yesterday morning, I suddenly craved one myself.
The amount of things I have to purge isn’t huge – I have a tiny closet and shifted to a smaller wardrobe a couple of years ago – but it is certainly meaningful. To truly keep only really special pieces requires a fair amount of ruthlessness. I already own only one pair of black pants, one tailored blazer, one pencil skirt, and they are all serviceable, but I’ve never liked the fit of the pants, and I haven’t worn the blazer in a year. The skirt is vintage, and it’s fine, but I’ve only worn it twice. It can all be way better and definitely more artful.
So what do I have in my closet now?
At first, I kept almost all of the vintage, but upon more reflection, I’ve decided to stash a fair amount of it away in the archives for my daughter (that includes the sequined pieces and a velvet jacket I made and hand-beaded for myself over a decade ago and wore only once). This is no easy move, but clearing them out will allow me to focus on what I really want to make for myself. The closet is now mostly bare, with a few pairs of jeans, a handful of pretty tops that I’ve either made for myself, purchased from thoughtful designers, or are vintage, and a few jackets. It’s not nothing, but when my daughter wanted to play in the yard earlier today, I realized I’d better get to work – none of this is casual or sturdy enough for everyday use. I need to always be mindful of how everything fits together and that everything I make feels special, but also purposeful.
Note: I haven’t even TOUCHED my dressers – all the crummy pajamas and t-shirts and socks and undies and sweaters – all the stuff that truly NEEDS TO GO. That’s coming up in Part 2, and in dire need of a major overhaul. And I will definitely not be thanking any of this crap as I stuff it into donation bags.
But First …
Being one to never fully stay on task, as I grabbed armloads of clothes and scarves and bathing suits and belts, it occurred to me that in order to build something that feels like true luxury, I would need to overhaul more than just my wardrobe. The closet, with chipping paint and cobwebs, was a reflection of the tired, dusty wardrobe within. I love the idea of wiping the slate clean and creating a little jewel box for myself (emphasis on “little” – seriously, guys, I have a very tiny closet), and so I’m sacrificing a couple of sewing days to focus on that. But I need to go so fast, because rolling around in the yard in a rare Victorian lace blouse today did not feel good.
HELLO I’M SAD. Sewing brings me incredible and immense joy. It’s also the source of (perhaps literally all) my waking- and sleeping- nightmares. The constant deadlines and pressure and worries have become too much – I’m losing myself under the weight of it all.