I need to up my selfie game - less bathroom, more shoes
Here's the background on my current Project 333 (for one year)
The dog days of summer might be the toughest time for Project 333. I usually hear folks fretting about the extremes of the transition seasons, but spring and fall are probably my favorite - with the weather variety and options for light layers, it's never boring.
Summer has been a little boring, and sweaty. If I weren't squeezing winter AND summer into my Project 333, I'd have had a few more options. During stretches of hot weather I have precisely 2 tanks, 3 tees, 2 shorts, one skirt, and a dress from which to choose (also one medium-length bohemian blouse that seems to work in heat).
Even when I don't get sweaty, everything ends up smelling like sunscreen!
It's not even remotely that big a deal. I wear whatever's [relatively] clean. Whatever's dirty, I wash on gentle and air-dry 'cause I want it to last 'til April. Some days I rock a few wrinkles and a spritz of eau de sunscreen and remember to give thanks for the clothes on my back.
And I still get creative when I can. A good Project 333 is a little like a tough round of Boggle (the old-school, pen-and-paper kind that we used to play on family game nights) -
- You know, sometimes you get an awesome shakeout that is so full of words you're scribbling furiously and still know there's loads of combos left as the last few grains of sand drop from the timer. This would be like a fashionista's wardrobe - unlimited possibilities of fabulous outfits. But they may not get fully explored or utilized just because there are so many.
- Sometimes you get a lousy set where there are a few hopeful possibilities, and they all turn out to be disappointingly so-close-but-not-quite. This is probably more like the closet I used to have, with lots of options and little connection.
- And then there are the sets that are discouraging at first glance. Q's and Z's all over. But you're stuck with them and you stick with them until the time runs out. You take a second look and realize there are a couple promising combos. You zero in on those and work them every direction you can; directions you might not have tried if there was anywhere else on the board to look. You hunt down the tough words... Kind of like my year-round closet with only a few items on the hangers. But they are items I've picked somewhat carefully to mix, match, and generally accommodate whatever life throws my way. So when I get bored, I'm forced to remix my basics and look at outfits from a different angle. Exhibit A, the photo at the top of this post. I have never attempted long sleeves over shorts until this summer. It doesn't exactly solve my dog days of summer sunscreen issue, but it provides a little scope for the imagination, as Anne Shirley might say.
Kind of like Courtney wrote recently (explaining why she doesn't tell you what brands, etc. she's wearing):
I remember my pre-333 days thinking that a new dress that I saw in a magazine would make me improve my life, or scoring an amazing deal at a semi-annual sale would make me happy and finally complete my wardrobe, but it never did. I always needed more. There is nothing you can buy that will finally make you anything. The secret to having it all is recognizing that you already do.
I'm still prone to pursuing the perfect closet mirage (just on a smaller scale). I have this itch for change and newness. But this year is helping me practice contentment with inevitable imperfection and creativity with what I've got.
I just suffered my first wardrobe casualty, unexpectedly. Unbeknownst to me, Brad started using some sort of facial medication which is known to bleach clothing. He fell asleep on my shoulder... and one of my t-shirts bit the dust. Per the mental parameters I set at the start of the challenge, I'm making a substitution because I have to get rid of something, switching in something from my existing stock (nothing new!) that is as similar as possible. So, Gap stripe tee becomes Ann Taylor gold stripe tee. This makes an argument for buying cheap and/or second-hand basics - you just can't control life!