In exactly three weeks, I will turn 45. Happy birthday to me! Let’s all have a cupcake!
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be 45. It means I’m old, yes, as my kids like to remind me, but that doesn’t bother me. I figure as long as I can run 15 miles and do 20 real, on-my-toes pushups and swim a mile, I cannot complain about being old.
So I won’t.
Mostly, I have been thinking about turning 45 in the context of what I do here, on the Internet, and specifically on this blog. I describe The Working Closet as a style blog, not a fashion blog, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I’m not a fashion blogger — I’m not 25, for one thing, and I don’t live on one of the coasts, and I don’t have a photographer boyfriend who shoots my daily outfit photos. Instead, I’m a middle aged mom living in middle-ish America, Instagramming what I wear with my iPhone. I don’t go to fashion shows or press junkets; I go to karate class and baseball games and the grocery store. I don’t own one single designer piece; my clothes are from J. Crew and the Gap and occasionally Lands’ End. I don’t have the patience or the time or the talent for thrifting, although I’m good at online shopping.
I choose my outfits based on the weather and what’s on my schedule for the day. I wear the same things over and over because it makes getting dressed easier. I’m not trying to impress anyone, I’m just trying to look nice.
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We’re having a funny burst of spring-like weather here (which probably means we’re thisclose to either a blizzard or a string of killer tornadoes) and I’m digging around in my closet to find fun, bright pieces. I’ve also done a little bit of shopping; the gingham shirt and polka dot sweater are from Old Navy, and the heart sweater is from Gap (but it’s not currently available online). I’m trying to bring a little more pattern into my closet, too, although I’m still pretty obsessed with polka dots and checks. Go figure.
How are you easing into spring? Or are you just waiting for the snow to melt? (Stay warm, East Coasters!!!)
I always roll into January completely exhausted; the holidays (and the long school break) kill me, every year. By the beginning of February, I’m ready to get back on track, which usually means cleaning closets and getting rid of every single thing we are not using any more. This year, Henry and I cleaned out the attic, which was a full two day project that included getting rid of the very first plastic Christmas tree Wade and I ever bought.
I am Goodwill’s best friend right now, you all.
February is also when I start to rethink my own closet, both in terms of weeding out what’s worn or doesn’t fit and rethinking those pieces that I’m hanging on to but not wearing. I am always tempted to just toss everything and start over, but since that’s not really an option (at least not if we’re going to do things like eat and pay the electric bill), taking the time to assess what I have — and what I actually wear and what I really love — helps me to shop smart and spend wisely. I’ve been assembling outfits, with a focus on pieces I don’t ever wear, and then committing to leaving the house in those same combinations. It’s surprising how easy it is to put something in the giveaway pile after you wear it around the house for an hour and are miserable in it. Go figure.