Okay, guys; we have officially entered the Limited Closet Zone. (This means that I picked up garment boxes and put everything I could possibly classify as extraneous into ’em.)(Party dresses, graduation robe, and show choir frock from 2001* are mixed in with winter jackets and infrequently used belts.)
This jacket has been dying to make an appearance, and I finally found a way to wear it:
The jacket belongs to a two-piece suit that I bought three years back, having either mistaken myself for a fabulous international corporate lawyer – or forgetting that I was no longer competing in the National Forensics League. (Guys, I don’t want to brag, but I am a 3-time Nebraska State Speech champion.)(I totally double-rubied that shit.)
At this point, though the suit is relatively useless in my current life (and the skirt is, no lie, several pounds away from a comfortable zipping), I’m absolutely keeping it. The jacket is delightful, and when I re-enter the theatre-and-maybe-film world? I have my Law-and-Order audition outfit all set!
(And my love for this dress? Grows every day.)
Limited Closet Zone is going to be an exciting challenge**, akin to a slightly extended remix with many more clothing options. (But two garment boxes, three large packing boxes and a giant suitcase less than usual.) Won’t you join me?
*oh, like you wouldn’t still want to have a four-layered coral skirt with a rhinestone-edged halter top. You know. For . . . . . . umm . . . . . . . swing dancing?
**As will be, finding an apartment in a strange city in three days. Or see also, packing up an entire nine years of life in four. (You’re not obligated to join me for those.)
- Dress: Days 136, 135, 29
- Sandals: Days 171, 170, 167, 166, 165, 164, 163, 162, 161, 160, 159, 143, 140, 139, 138, 136, 118, 11