Laundry Purgatory

May 22, 2009

I have it. And it is taking over my home.

The laundry comes out of the machine. It gets dumped on an available surface, sometimes folded, oftentimes not, especially if it is towels or sheets or Mr.’s socks. It does not make it to the closet, because the closet is a disaster. And disasters in small spaces = bad news bears.

To dress, I henpeck what sits on a table, hangs on a drying rack. I therefore wear 20%, maybe 30% of my wardrobe.

Do I have too many clothings? Do I need a dresser, a dream closet? Do I need to turn my entire back room (all 84 square feet of it) into a primping room, like this one from an early issue of domino magazine?

My hunch: I need to kick the lazy. Though a dressing room would be so glamour-puss.

Do you have laundry purgatory? How do you fight it?


Oh Boy Ombre!

April 2, 2009

That gradient thang is all the rage these days. Check out Alison Dahl’s DIY ombre tights. Gotta make me some of these.

Via Craftzine.

Cue Europe. As of midnight tonight, the Year of No New Threads is over. And, barring any bouts of amnesia and/or sartorial apoplexy, I made it!

Despite the handful of *new*-new items I received as gifts (including those infamous tights and a small selection of Christmas gifts), I skated through an entire year without purchasing any previously unused clothing, shoes, or accessories. Personal best! Ha-cha!

How will I move forward, you ask? My logix:

  1. I’ve discovered that I’m not hard-wired for shopping. Or, at least, I’m not hard-wired for department store shopping.
  2. I’ve reaffirmed my faith in thrift — the Right Thing will show itself if’n I just have the patience to wait and to watch.
  3. I’ve saved big bucks by avoiding new-stuff stores. (Cha-ching-a-ding-ding.)
  4. I’ve supported small-time artists, like Dust Design Co. on Etsy, from whom I snagged this (bitchin’) recycled necklace as a Christmas present to my own self:

    Camaro necklace

    The Dead Milkmen are gonna tantrum!

I do admit that, once next year hits, I’ll have to break down and stock up on a few essential unmentionables. Plus, a pair of Hunter wellies (hopefully on eBay!), because my current rain boots soaked my socks during our last winter romp. Other than that, however, I think I’m on the secondhand-and-handmade wagon ’til the wagon wheels fall off.

Happy New Year of Few New Threads, folks. May 2009 bring you health, happiness, and the thrift finds of your dreams.

The Year of No New Threads: The Complete Season

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Eleven months down, Smallers. And believe it or not, no new threads graced the teeny house in November. Boring, right?

Well, I’ll tell ya: it was easy this month, given my major bout of fed-upness with the state of my closet, and, by extension, my goiterous wardrobe. This weekend, I planned to lance the thing and drain it of all the excess, but when I opened the closet to put away the teetering pile of clothes I’d left overnight on the ironing board, I lost my steam. Hadn’t I already tried this (like, last weekend)? Hadn’t I already been so overcome with emotion over giving up one of my two red trenchcoats (yes, two red trenchcoats) that I’d scurried away to inhale caramels and page through back issues of domino?

Feeling at a standstill. What should I do?

Note to the women I know personally: Please take the clothes and jewels I may bring to you, even if you don’t like them or they don’t fit, because if I know they are going to “a good home” (i.e., your Goodwill box), it’ll be easier. For you. For me. For everyone.

The Rest of The Year of No New Threads.

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Good grief. It’s been ten whole months since I took the plunge into No New Threads. October being my birthday month, I did receive a few thready gifts, including a set of orange stretchy gloves and an outsized purple satin clutch (thanks, Mom).

In addition, I snagged a pinstriped tissue tee at the thrift shop. Why? I’m so glad you asked!

I grabbed said shirt because The Man of Small gave me a screenprinting kit for my b-day! Still haven’t decided what to screen (I’ve been doodling without restraint), but I’ll hit on something. I’m just sure of it.

Get in on The Year of No New Threads!

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