Airplanes, Airplanes...Oh America-n Apparel

So today was just one of those days. A great cup of coffee-extra cream, extra sugar- a great walk, a great vent and a great goal for the day: pick up the love of my life from the airport. It'd been over a month since I'd seen his face.

This outfit was a big choice. Obviously I wanted to make an impression. I went from a sexy mini to a pair of pinup girl shorts-it's Florida, we don't do a lot of pants wearing if we can help it!- but I ended up in a white American Apparel V-Neck and a pair of homemade cutoffs. I remember once, my man told me that's how he thought women looked their sexiest-what a life joy! When did comfort = sexy? I'm ashamed to say I have owned this V for almost 4 months. I grabbed it as I left Gainesville-along with almost $500.00 worth of tanks and T's. (Totally worth it.)

Today has been in the planning for over 30 days-hence the check marks on my calendar. I think the last two days taught me that life is easier when lived with spontaneity-at least a little. I actually counted seconds today. I think it was during that period I realized: Plans suck. I think it was during my airport pickup that I realized expectations suck. And dare I say this: People suck- at least A LOT of people suck. There was a lot of grown man drama at that airport, fortunately my AA V-Neck stayed out of it. Simple AND sweet.

In With The Old, Out With The New

DAY 2: Last minute invitations keep turning my could-be-blahs into blogs. As the evening rolled around, I thought I might skip the day when I got a call from my great aunt. She asked me to dinner, and even though I was already in pajamas, I forced myself to jump at the opportunity and catch up with an old friend. Because my great aunt always looks FABULOUS, I knew the only appropriate choice would be something simple. The Perfect Black Dress. I own it! Thank you to a garage sale-RANDOM- and $3. First time I ever wore it.

So as I'm sitting in front of my pan-seared scallops and half empty glass of Pinot Grigio, I realize, there's nothing new between the two of us, not even my dress. Our conversation fits just like my dress, flattering in all the right places and loose enough to to keep us talking. In with the old and out with new sounds better than ever.

While my lovely aunt is about 60 years my senior in body age, she is certainly 10 years my junior in energy. Is it strange to feel young and old at the same time? From sisters to great aunts, these two outfits are revealing a previous, unknown weakness in myself: I never said yes. I'm working on that. Thank you The Perfect Black Dress for dinner with a great friend and confidant that I may have otherwise missed out on.

Day One. Day Young. Forever...

Today I clipped off the tag of a skirt I'd yet to wear but had owned for over a year. (Insert shame here.) While thrusting through an overstuffed closet, I realized that getting dressed sort of implies leaving the house. That opportunity came with one phone call from my father in the form of a last minute invitation to my 8-year-old sister's art showing downtown at the Jacksonville Museum of Contemporary Art. Success.

Little girls in red skirts and pink bows were more intrigued by the tassels on my 1920's style skirt than their paintings on the walls. Little hands reached out to touch them as I twirled and then kissed my little sis on the top of her head and told her she'd be the next Georgia O'Keeffe. With that the not-yet-tweens buzzed around her with interest. I looked back to see her shy smile accept her new friendships.

Day 1, and I'm sure that a black skirt can swirl with colors, stand on its own as contemporary AND art, ignite friendships, get you out of the house and easily be worth every dollar you spent on it.

Thank you to Forever 21 for the flapper-inspired black skirt which I'm sure was no more than $30. You have been worn and loved. Thank you for keeping me forever young...even in the company of 8-year-olds.

Intro to Low Fashion

$68.12. I am $68.12 from being free, free from at least five credit card monthly payments. I'm sad to say goodbye, even a little unsure that I will say goodbye, but at the moment, it's a must. One too many occasions the "I have nothing to wear today" excuse will pop out of my mouth and land me in more credit card debt. (What landed me in this predicament is a story in itself and one to come later.)

So here I sit, looking through my overstuffed closet, finding things with the tags still on them and giving myself a virtual face slap. Enough is enough.

I challenge myself to wear each and every one of those pieces of clothes and make some unforgettable memories in them. The countdown is set, please bookmark me, and check back.

Join me. Watch me. Message me. If you like something, I'll tell you where to buy it. While I attempt to wear the "nothings in my closet" some interesting escapades may occur. If nothing else, perhaps life, love and fashion.