Song in the Key of Busby Blue Dress

While some are born with a crispy, linear personality and some acquire one, others are awed and/or bemused by the very thought of such a thing. I fall into that third category, and I fall into it hard. In fact I’m so far from starched that behind closed doors I’m often ensconced in some raggedy [...]

Closet closet in the wall, will my last 373 days of shopping make me bawl?

Around this time last year—okay, 373 days ago—I gave my system quite a shock when I decided to assess my closet’s ability to dress me in spring, then summer, clothes. I blame my surprise on being a great procrastinator. And an expert rationalizer. But this year I felt more prepared. After all, I’d already been [...]

O no not you again: of closets and color capsules

As a recovering blacktextile-a-holic, I’m always looking for ways to pat myself on my now-more-brilliantly-hued back about my expanded color horizons. Too bad my smugness usually tends to be premature at best and delusional at worst! [Not to mention annoying any way one slices it.] Thanks to my DNA-derived ability to deny what’s transparent as [...]

Plan I might and plot I do/So what’s with the closet déjà vu?

Nearly six months ago I dragged out my cooler-weather clothes for inspection, humming a jaunty tune channeled directly from one of Snow White’s happier dwar…er little people. Of course once I discovered I had grossly overestimated the amount of non-black, -brown or -grey in my closet (and the amount of maintenance I needed to do before [...]