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j. crew and i were inseparable, circa 2007. their aesthetic was my aesthetic – feminine but classic, ruffles, chiffon, cashmere, everything i loved. when i look at them today, they’re almost unrecognizable – now they’re just somebody that i used to know. yeah, a few carryovers from that beloved relationship still hang in my closet. it’s like that ex-boyfriend’s t-shirt that you shamelessly kept, and why wouldn’t you? it still fit.

in high school, my boyfriend was calvin klein. i found my first pair of calvins at a thrift store, old label, fabulous, and i knew we’d be matched for life, like albatross. i still love him in that way that you love someone but aren’t IN LOVE with them. but he’s not really bringing it like he used to. it’s become a dispassionate affair.

the gap and i were besties when i was 14. childishly, their jeans (and their dream perfume) were everything i wanted. but as we grow up and leave childish things, i left them years ago and never looked back.

today i feel threadbare. it’s funny, actually, since i’m fitting into clothes better than i have in forever. but i don’t have that go-to brand that i love, so i don’t really look forward to shopping or rebuilding my wardrobe.

i’m facing another epic closet cleanout, and what will i find to fill that void? i just want to find something i love – something that fits me.


with like colors

catching up on laundry today, and noticed that i have about three loads of dark stuff to one load of light. metaphor for life, much? i think it’s time to whiten and brighten.


playing angry birds is totally contributing to premature wrinkles.

i discovered the other day that i consistently furrow my brow in anger and/or concentration while playing. it takes a hugely conscious effort to relax, which i do whenever i become aware of it. but then ten seconds later, and i’m right back to bitter beer face. (sidebar: is that a younger chris parnell of snl/30 rock fame in the vid?)