Once upon a time I was at a loss for what to do with myself. I had broken up with my boyfriend of eight years and had moved back in with my parents. Not really sure what to do next, I decided to take stock of myself and doing that through the examination of my wardrobe seemed the best way at that time.
I initially wanted to focus on the life my clothes had lived, the stories they had to tell and where those stories intersected with my own. That was the idea, however the commitment to taking a daily picture (however bad my photography skills) ended up being challenging enough. In the end the real point was that I had stuck to something for an entire year, and after that year ended the garment thread lost both steam and direction - as is quite evident from the infrequency of my postings.
I initially wanted to focus on the life my clothes had lived, the stories they had to tell and where those stories intersected with my own. That was the idea, however the commitment to taking a daily picture (however bad my photography skills) ended up being challenging enough. In the end the real point was that I had stuck to something for an entire year, and after that year ended the garment thread lost both steam and direction - as is quite evident from the infrequency of my postings.
I now have a lovely place of my own and am soon to be leaving the Miss G moniker behind for that of Mrs. B. Life is good, and yet once again I feel at a loss for what to do with myself.
I'm not really sure why I am undertaking this again, the world certainly does not need another "what I am wearing today"type blog, but I do need something to focus and commit to. I do not post here to hold myself up as some sort of style arbiter. More as a way of keeping myself accountable to this project I am once again undertaking.
Welcome to round two of the wardrobe project
Welcome to round two of the wardrobe project
