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I have just one more week left of my Wardrobe Challenge! Honestly, I’ll be happy when this is over, and I just get to wear what I want, when I want to. This experiment has helped me to declutter, and I’ve certainly learned some things about me, my personal style, and my attitude towards clothing in general. But it’s a surprisingly large amount of pressure to remember to check my list every morning, get dressed, take a picture of myself, and really think about my clothing. I don’t think that it’s necessarily a bad thing, but analyzing and thinking about my outfit and how it makes me feel has left me feeling a bit mentally drained some days. But, once again, I’ve come out of these last ten days with more revelations about myself and my clothes:

  1. My undergarments are terrible. I am a very lucky woman, in that my breasts are small enough that I can (and do) often get away without wearing a bra. In fact, these last two or three years, during the warmer months, I have officially declared that I would be observing “Rachel’s Braless Summer!” Once I stopped breastfeeding, I realized that I just didn’t have to worry about bras in the summer anymore. Oh, the liberty! Oh, the freedom from excess boob sweat! Oh, the racer back tanks! I still wear bras most of the time, for the purposes of modesty (while I do not villainize nipples by any means, I’m also not a huge fan of displaying mine at, say, my daughter’s preschool), and for the purposes of shaping (I was a very devoted breastfeeding mother, and as a result my breasts just don’t make quite as much, well, eye contact as they used to). But because of my general indifference to bras, I’ve come to realize that I’m down to two–TWO!–non-sports bras. One of them, I bought immediately after finishing breastfeeding. Hello, gaping cups! The other one is not really that bad, but it’s an underwire (something I find completely unnecessary for my needs), and I believe that it attempts to pull my breasts in too narrow. So, I am now officially on a hunt: non-underwire, non-padded, non-crazy expensive bras. Wish me luck, ladies. This could take awhile.
  2. I can’t wait for the Pope. My mother used to joke about her friends who owned fancy china and crystal sets, but never brought them out because they were “saving” them “In case the Pope comes.” Just this last week, I was talking to the women in my book club, and I was shocked by how many of them owned fancy china sets that they have never brought out, often for a decade or more. One of my girlfriends said, “Well, I’m not going to bring out my china just to eat pizza!” I responded that pizza on china would probably be delightful, and that I would certainly attend that dinner party in a second! And then I realized that I had been harboring the same attitudes towards my clothes. I had so many pieces that were my “special occasion” clothes that I never wore them. Beautiful tops that I love, that I think make me look good, and that I’ve never actually put on my body because the timing wasn’t “right.” I was sitting around, waiting for the Pope. But here are the kickers: 1) The Pope’s never coming and 2) Even if he does, I can only wear ONE shirt to meet him. What was I “saving” these pieces for? Why was I not wearing clothes that made me feel good? I realized that I was holding on to these things, and missing opportunities to enjoy them. And what if I waited too long?  What if I finally pulled out that one, “special” top, only to find that it not longer fits? Or is no longer in style? Or moths got to it? I was being insane. So what if my “nice” shirt gets paint, or pizza on it? What’s the worst that could happen? A stain? I’m fairly certain I could survive a stain. So, from here on out, I’m making a vow: I’m wearing my clothes. Period. I’d rather destroy them doing crafts with my kids, than watch them slowly disintegrate in my closet, bringing joy to no one.

So, here’s the list of the last ten days’ outfits. Let me know what you think in the comments!

Day 21

Day 21: I felt uncomfortable in this top. It’s just a bit too tight, and while I love the little pattern on it (arrows and hearts!), I also felt as though the fabric was too thin, showing every single fold, roll, and pinch. Yard Sale pile! Also, if you look closely, you can see how weird my bras are making my breasts look. They seem to be pulling them too much towards the middle, giving me a lot of side/rib exposure before reaching my armpits. If that makes sense??

Day 22

Day 22: I bought this shirt at the same time as the one above, so the same issues apply. You can see how faded the material is (the fabric used to be the same color as the stitching). And, even though it’s a darker blue, my bra is actually visible beneath it because it’s just so worn and thin (man, I have a lot of shirts that look like this!). Yard sale!

Day 23

Day 23: I adore a baseball tee.  It’s relaxed and comfortable, and I think it’s cute as hell. Keep.

Day 24

Day 25: Okay, so I know that this picture got overexposed and so the lighting looks really weird anyway, but once again, you can see my bra through the thin fabric! (That spot above my left breast? That’s not on the shirt. That’s the logo from my sports bra showing THROUGH the shirt) How everything I own doesn’t have holes all over the place, I’ll never know. Goodbye.

Day 25

Day 26: My “Pope” moment. I just came from the gym, and threw on my clothes for the day in order to go meet my girlfriends for lunch. I’m sweaty and smelly and dirty in this picture, and I would have NEVER allowed myself to look like this while wearing this top before this challenge. This is one of my “Special” tops. I love it. I think it’s beautiful, flattering, and unique. And I never wear it! I got tons of compliments on this shirt. Even coming straight from the gym! That’s the power of good clothes, friends. I’m keeping this. And I’m wearing it!

Day 26

Day 27: Another “Special” top. It just so happened that I was slated to wear this outfit on the day of my daughter’s birthday party. We had cake, cupcakes, ice cream, giant pans of Indian food, and glitter slime. I did not escape unscathed. And neither did my shirt. But that’s what washing machines are for, right? We will live to rock another day.

Day 27

Day 28: This is one of the few shirts that I own that my husband compliments me on consistently. It’s fun, and soft, and flattering. Keep.

Day 28

Day 29: There’s a scene from the Office, where a woman comes in who Michael has a crush on. Pam takes one look and immediately says, “Hello, Ms. Boob Shirt.” This is my boob shirt. It’s not unflattering. It’s just uncomfortable for me to wear. Though straight on, it doesn’t look especially revealing, every time I glanced down, all I could see was tits. And I’m short. So the downward view is basically what EVERYONE sees. It’s also pretty pilled from over-washing. I couldn’t get comfortable. Gone.

Day 29

Day 29: It’s long! It has pockets! And a hood! Keep.

Day 30

Day 30: This shirt was my very first postpartum, not-designed-for-breastfeeding clothing purchase six years ago. I’ve barely worn it, but I’ve held on to it ever since, just because it was the FIRST. While it’s not horrible, I just never wear it. I think someone else will really love it better than I do. Yard sale!



As I mentioned in my last blog post, I have decided to try and cut down my wardrobe, in the hopes of creating a “capsule” wardrobe that will not only cut down on my clothing clutter, but will also more accurately reflect who I am as a person. I decided to take my closet as it currently stands and challenge myself to wear EVERYTHING in it over the course of the next 40 (or so) days. And, to make sure that everything in my closet got a fair, equal shake, I assigned each of my clothes a number, then used an online random number generator to match every top with every bottom. 38 tops. Paired with 7 bottoms. For 38 days.

Here’s what I’ve learned from my first 10 outfits:

  1. My pants game needs a serious upgrade. My jeans are sad. Really sad. Ever since becoming a mother, I’ve chosen cheap and convenient over stylish and flattering. My ass deserves better. Literally.
  2. I have to start making myself a priority. One of the strangest things that I’ve discovered from this challenge is how rarely I ever take the time to make myself look nice. I’ve had to make a conscious effort–a real effort–to take a shower, style my hair, and put on my daily outfit. When did just putting product in my hair become an option? When did I become an option (and not one that I choose regularly)? Even with this challenge, there have still been several days where I just didn’t bother getting dressed. My kids have been sick so we all stayed in pajamas, or I was cleaning the house all day in my sweats, or I did my yoga and just didn’t bother to change into “real” clothes all day. It’s one of the “advantages” to being a stay-at-home parent that I don’t have to worry about what I wear. But it’s also a slippery slope into genuine personal neglect and poor hygiene.
  3. Some of my clothes are OLD. The very first shirt I put on for this challenge is a decade old. I was excited to wear it, as it reminds me of when I was teaching (and had to look nice at least three times a week), but the second I pulled it out, I saw that it had yellow stains at the armpits, loose threads and sequins, and just lots and lots of wear. Things are starting to show their age. So I guess it’s time to let go.
  4. I look pretty good. I have taken a full-body picture of myself for ten days now. It’s terrifying. It’s embarrassing. I’ve been trying to hide my phone from my husband so that he doesn’t open my photos and see all of the, well, me on it! But, at the same time, I’ve been looking at my photos and thinking, “Wow.” My body looks fit. My hair is cute. My smile is natural. And when I feel good in my clothes? I look hot.

Below, find the day-by-day breakdown of my first 10 outfits. (Also, excuse my crazy photo sizes. Apparently, my photo editing skills have not taught me how to resize things properly! I’ll fix it for next time. Promise. ;-)) I have already donated/gotten rid of three shirts, and have plans to remove three pairs of pants from regular rotation.

Day 1

Day 1. I loved this outfit, but, sadly, upon closer inspection, this shirt was really showing its age. To the donation pile it went!

Day 2

Day 2. This was the day I fully accepted what my sister has been telling me for years: my Target bootcut jeans are tragic and doing absolutely NOTHING for my butt!

Day 3

Day 3. Love my wide-leg jeans. Love this lace tank top. Love my shoulders. Werk, girl.

Day 4

Day 4. Super Bowl Sunday. Jeans are again tragic. But I love the off-shoulder shirt. Again, I love my shoulders. No shame.

Day 5

Day 5. The silliest feeling outfit of the entire week. Honestly, these pants are already my “placeholder” pants. They’re currently the only brown pair of pants I own. They’re at least a full size too big on me. I started this project, knowing that these pants would need to be replaced by something better at the end. Luckily, a cardigan saves the day. (As it almost always does for me)

Day 6

Day 6. By far, my FAVORITE outfit of the week! This outfit made me feel as though I had finally found my style. I felt confident, appropriate, attractive, and comfortable. I could go to a playdate, then add a sweater and some heels and go out to dinner with my husband. Only one thing hindered me: Once I took this picture, I saw that my top was covered with grease stains! But, still, personal style unlocked! This is what I’m trying to accomplish! Give me an entire closet of THIS!

Day 7

Day 7. Tight pants. Tight top. Suck it in, girl. SUUUUCK it in! I also figured out that this top was is so old, it’s from the Junior’s section. Oy. Donation pile!

Day 8

Day 8. Classic white tee with dark washed jeans. Classic shirt so old and threadbare that it shows absolutely EVERYTHING going on underneath. Donate.

Day 9

Day 9. Damn. Also, I added my favorite boots ever to this outfit. Double Damn.

Day 10

Day 10. Today’s outfit. I’m happy that my kids are home sick on this outfit day. Baggy pants and top are kind of nice for a “movies on the couch” day.

There they are! Have I made the correct assessment concerning my clothes? Should I let go of others and hold on to some? Comment below and let me know what you think!