As I started clearing out my closet last month, I did some thinking about how my closet got to be such a mass of clothes in the first place!
I've alreadyadmitted here in the blog that I have a Thing for Fashion. I don't mean to say that I adhere to Fashion. (Because I don't.) But I do follow along. I appreciate Fashion . . . as an art form. I appreciate the juxtaposition of . . .
when it comes to wearable statements of art.
And, really, I always have!
(My sister and I playing paper dolls in 1967; I was in second grade so my sister must've been about 4.)
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite pastimes was playing with paper dolls. I loved collecting the cut-out sets you could buy at the dime store most of all, but I was also really happy just cutting people out of catalogs and collecting them in folders. It was all about choosing outfits and figuring out what clothes I liked best of all. I had the most fun dressing the paper dolls up to . . . go somewhere and do something!
It was the same, for me, with my Barbies. I loved collecting - and even making - clothes and accessories for my them. I liked to create ensembles and clothing combinations for their Barbie-life adventures. (Some of my friends made me crazy -- because they never wanted to change their Barbie's clothes. They liked Barbie-action; I liked Barbie-fashion!)
The fashion-bug stayed with me as I grew older. When I was in junior high and high school, I learned to sew and made most of my own clothes. I got great pleasure in choosing patterns and matching up fabrics to create unique and one-of-a-kind pieces for myself. For awhile, I even dreamed of some sort of career in fashion. One of my friends in high school was also an excellent seamstress. Together, we took our high school elective classes in the home ec department -- courses in tailoring and creating your own patterns and fashion design. It was fun (and a nice alternative to biology and algebra!), even though we both gave up on the dream of fashion design careers.
What happens when a young fashion junkie grows up and gets a walk-in closet?
(This is magnet was a gift from my sister several years ago.)
As I emptied my closet, I came to the realization that . . . I'm too old for paper dolls and Barbies now, so I've collected life-size clothes . . . to dress myself up!
And that, my friends, is how my closet became the MESS that it was.
Last weekend, I was getting ready to take a little nap. I grabbed my favorite nap-afghan and as I drifted off to sleep, I starting thinking back.
Like WAAAAY back . . . to when I made that little nap-afghan!
It was the summer of 1977. I had just graduated from high school, and was getting myself ready to move off to college. I crocheted up some random squares in pastel colored Red Heart Acrylic (because back in 1977, was there anything else?) and made myself an afghan for my soon-to-be dorm room.
Here's a picture of one of my rooms in college (this one is in 1979, in one of the rooms at the Tri-Delt house; I would've been a junior):
And there it is! The afghan, right on the foot of my bed.
I still have it - and use it whenever I take a nap. (Red Heart Acrylic never wears out, does it?) Jenny likes it, too.
(This throwback photo was taken back in 2009, when Jenny was 2!)
It's funny. Now, thanks to digital cameras and Ravelry, we take photos of our projects at every step of the process. But back then? Not so much! It's fun to find an old photo of a much-loved, old project!
Okay. I tried for spare. Y'all said NO. How about this one for a compromise?
Often, Tom helps me out with my Ten on Tuesday posts. Sometimes we do a little brainstorming together; sometimes he helps me sort out my ideas; sometimes he comes up with whole new directions for me.
Today, though . . . it's all his!
Yes, as I chopped peppers and onions for last night's dinner, Tom took this week's topic and ran with it! He came up with the whole thing: concept, list, even pulled stuff out of the pantry and took the photograph.
So, from my Guest Ten on Tuesday blogger, here is Tom's answer to Ten Foods that Belong Together. Take it away, Tom . . .
Might not be your first inclination, but each of these foods can work with almost anything. They are the culinary equivalent of O blood -- the Universal Donor.
(And now you know what's in OUR pantry!)
How about you? What foods belong together in your world?
Join the fun! Read other Ten on Tuesday posts here, or sign up for weekly prompts here.
Yep. You're in the right place! I'm looking for a new "blog-look" and decided to try this one on for size. What do you think?
So I set off, last month, in search of POSSIBILITY.
Which sounds kind of silly, actually. Because you can't really look for possibility; you simply need to be open to exploring possibility. You need to be open to new ideas and new ways of thinking. You need to be open to making new connections. You need to try new things.
How could I explore NEW possibilities . . . when my life is already overloaded with my EXISTING possibilities?
I realized that I am overwhelmed every single day with dealing with my existing choices and options and, well . . . possibilities. When I stopped to think about it for awhile, I realized that I'm actually so trapped in my already-life, so stuck in my existing structure, so secure in coddling my long-held habits and thought-patterns . . .
That it's not really feasible . . .
to think about POSSIBILITY!
Frankly, there's just too much crap in the way!
Over the last couple of weeks, I've come to understand that the first step in my year of POSSIBILITY really needs to be . . .
A paring down.
So I really CAN consider POSSIBILITY in my life.
It's quite clear to me, now, that I need to tear down . . . before I can build up!
So I looked to my closet. And I realized . . . it was a metaphor for the rest of my (cluttered) life. I dug in and gave myself a Closet Intervention. (Stay tuned.)
For March, the One Little Word prompt had us making a "vision board." I loved this project last year, and I loved it again this year!
I was really surprised at the direction my board took this year. I had been thumbing through every magazine and catalog that I found all month long . . . clipping images that appealed to me in some way, and then clipping words and phrases.
When I sat down last weekend to see what I'd collected and how they spoke to me, I was somewhat surprised at the sheer number of word-phrases I'd clipped! And how, taken as a whole, those word-phrases told a tale of discovery, exploration, and . . . yeah . . . possibility!
So I decided to go for simple and spare. I tossed aside the images. And I created a little "poem" with my word-phrases. Just in case you can't read it in the photo above, here's the poem that I created from a month's worth of word-clipping :
Wander with purpose See the world through a different lens . . . go forth . . . get crackin' Give it a whirl . . . off the grid Spread your wings . . . rise and shine Don't be chicken . . . chart an entirely new course Change everything . . . go bold Jump start a whole new ballgame Roll out a new blueprint Unleash your inner character Stand tall Go with the flow . . . discover the unexpected . . . no rules, just movement Less can do so much more . . . do more of what you love Time is precious Crave good things Create endless possibilities Live in full bloom . . . be an inspiration You've come a long way, baby.
I don't miss my kids' "school days." At all, really. I don't miss the schedules and the extra activities and Some People and the drama-of-it-all. (You could say I've settled into Empty Nesting without a hiccup.)
But there's one thing I do miss.
If my kids were still in school, we'd be heading south today. And I do miss that!
So here's a little throwback. Erin and Brian on the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama. April 2005.