Working on my Closet - AGAIN, Still, Forever.

I don't have a real closet. I have a free-standing wardrobe thing. I don't have use of the 6 drawers you see here either. I've blogged about it before - It's a Stolmen Wardrobe System from Ikea.

We had a bomb-ass profesh. organizer come over and as part of our marriage agreement Matt gets those drawers and the "real" closet which is actually just the size of a little mouse's wedge of cheese.

My "closet" is out of control. O-O-C. Digging around in it became impossible. Putting things back in - IMPOSSIBLE. So tight, over-stuffed, disorganized. Hell.

It's all CLEARLY BECAUSE I OWN SO MANY COATS. HUGE FAUX FURS AND MORE - CAPES TOO!

There are Three Capes right here:

To Recover from Wardrobe Organization Hell I:
Photographed and listed some thrift/vintage items on Etsy.
Brought out my rolling rack and put things on there and changed the homes of some things.
Picked out at least a dozen items to take to Housing Works (thrift shop.)
Pre-Assembled some outfits for work this week so I don't have to go berzerk in the morning and hate my life.

This is me with no makeup working out some things I'd like to wear, but not sure what the whole outfit should be. You can see how tiny our apartment is. I think this place is 20' wide. If.


I worked for a long, long time today hashing out this mess. I was having a mental block on styling outfits to wear to work, but I think I made a couple.

It would be easier to get dressed if it wasn't so freaking cold outside. 

I made it so only work clothes and fancy party dresses are hanging. All my leisure clothes including night gowns and "house coats" are in a bin. And of course 2 dozen jackets/coats are hanging but the capes are now folded and on one of the high shelves because they're worn so intermittently.

Saturday evening I did some nice makeup and pretended like my hair doesn't even exist and took pictures of stuff to sell on Etsy and I looked skinny! I've been watching what I eat. And I blog gang-style at Fat-Hell-Ninjas.






This is the first time in a long time I've taken the time to fill in my brows.

I'm usually not lazy but it's super hard to be all-around on top of every single thing.

Weekend Food & Exercise Report

VERY home alone this weekend. Friday night - Leftover tomato/shrimp/basil pasta and an early bedtime. Maybe I ate a little bit of Breyer's. Just a little. Like half a cup.

Saturday: WOKE UP, walked Bonnie, drank coffee. Almond Milk. Sent Matt off to camping-camp.
JOGGED to the Central Park Reservoir. Ran around it once at a great pace, sun-blaring, felt so good I decided to do a 2nd lap. That's over 3 miles right there not including the trip from and back to the apartment all the way on the East Side.

I fixed 2 egg whites, 2 veggie sausage patties with salsa and 2 pc. of Fiber & FLax bread-toast with butter.


I packed a bag to spend the day at Central Park with full intentions of reading the new John Waters book, "Role Models" because I'm going to see him tomorrow night at the NYPL @ Bryant Park.


MY CENTRAL PARK BAG CONSISTED OF: The only drink I had in a travel-bottle. I found a HUNK of Frozen Club Soda in the back of our refrigerator. Matt took all the travel bottles camping and I refused to buy a plastic water bottle. I added some juice to the HUNK of Frozen Club Soda and a little Tito's Vodka. I'm super crafty and classy, I know.

I took Wheat Thins to snack on and a Granola Bar thing. I used the empty juice bottle to carry water for Bonnie-dog and I packed some Milk Bones for her to snack on. I was serious about spending the whole daylight day in Central Park reading.


SUNDAY: Walked Bonnie - Head was BUMPING I think because I sleep so much longer on the weekends that My body freaks out from the Coffee Consumption Delay. "Coffee Consumption Delay Distress" CCDD. I've been coming up with some sweet diagnoses lately since my doctor husband is SUCH a terrible family practitioner. He's a specialized specialist, therefore, useless for doctor stuff around the house. He knows any Mother with a Redbook MD trumps whatever he says.

So anyway - I was drinking a ton of coffee so I could get jazzed to clean the apartment. I got a major coffee high and cleaned our shit like Martha Stewart is coming over. Amazing job.

So my breakfast was 6 VEGGIE buffalo wings around noon.
At 3 I ate a bowl of Kashi cereal with Almond Milk - DELICIOUS.

At 4pm I went to the GYM. I lifted some awesome weights then ran 3 miles @ 10min/mile pace.

Then I was fucking STARVING so I drank a bunch of water and walked Bonnie.

I ate MORE LEFTOVER wheat pasta with basil/shrimp and tomatoes.

Then I met Tyler for Pinkberry. Luckly it's like frozen weird yogurt so I don't feel damaged by it.
Then I was snack-crazy and just ate a roll of Turkey deli meat. Tracy Anderson HATES deli meat but I can't be perfect all the time.

NEW IDEAS FOR THE FUTURE SKINNY SELF: Never eat YELLOW CHEESES or any Yellow cheese products and NEVER EVER eat Ranch Dressing Ever again. Not in any form. Not even a Ranch potato chip.

I've been googling "Skinny Girl Snacks" and there is a lack of resources so I'm going to start presenting "Skinny Girl Snacks"
#1. Eat a fucking piece of fruit. I've been doing good eating Oranges and other Fruit Cart items.

New Love in Pink & Green

I feel like I have a lot of photos to share. Here we go!



I was riding home from work and there were news vans and satellites everywhere and road blocks and I immediately thought - "Must be more bomb threats" But oh, no! It was Obama! He visited the NYPD to congratulate them on their quick work on the recent dumb bomber wannabe.

It was awesome because as you heard people say "It's Obama" to one another, they ran TOWARD the barricades to catch a peek. If it had been George Bush, I would have scrambled to find some rocks to throw. All these delivery boys were standing still on their bikes. I loved the excitement. I immediately took a turn on my bike past a barricade and a policeman whistled me back. So I was about a block away. This is the view across Park Ave.


This was my outfit that day. This is the best skirt ever and it has pockets.


This is a rainy-day outfit where I did not ride my bike. I was short a freaking NICKEL on the bus and I called out "Anyone got a nickel" guess who tried to help? Yeah, no one. The bus driver let me stay. A nickel!



This is from Obama madness afternoon. These buildings look so tall it makes me a little queasy to look at this image:



Friday at work, I used some technical drawing skills from this really hard, unforgettable class that I had in college. I helped make the cardboard insert pattern for this sweater-set that my company is manufacturing.


I like my new job. I love it in that I don't stress. But I really need to start watching what I eat and work out. My technical seamstress eyeballed me and asked if I've gained weight. Of course, I have no real idea and did not have statistical data to participate in an educated discussion. So she broke out the measuring tape and yes, my waist was 1.5" bigger than when I was officially measured. I've eaten a lot of white bread and I've been drinking a decent amount of beer. I told her this and it was as if I told her I murdered someone. Or punched her in the belly.

So here is my lunch from Friday - It's a crazy, skinny girl lunch in my opinion, but I guess I need to move in a new, less-fat, direction.
It's HALF of a vegetarian sandwich and some watermelon.
Two of my favorite blogs are PriorFatGirl and TheSkinnyWebsite, so I'm going to start showing what I eat more often and talking about this new thing called "exercise." I'm going to immediately cut my dairy intake by about 75% - 90% and I bet it's going to be huge/helpful.

I switched to Almond Milk a few days ago for my coffee. No sugar. Just almond milk.

2 days after my waist measured 1.5" bigger, it was only 1" bigger. I have a measurement that I need to keep it under. Do you want to know? I will whisper in your ear if you really want to know. My bicep-girth also has a specific measurement that needs to be maintained.

This is my Friday outfit:

I don't wear a lot of scarves, but I think I should.

I'm co-hosting a baby shower in June for a sorority sister and we are doing the Lilly Pulitzer "Desert Tort" motif as our theme and I'm loving it!
I went to the Lilly boutique on Madison Ave. and got the party supplies.

The shopping bag has nice grosgrain ribbon that I tied onto my back rack and easily rode home. I only lived a few blocks away. I was nervous about the wrapping paper falling out.

I really enjoyed myself at the Lilly boutique. Even though I'm sure I was the poorest, dirtiest looking person they've ever seen. It was very un-New York in there.


My favorite thing was the cursive and other freestyle wall-painting.


I'm trying to decide what item I could wear. This mirror was really huge and beautiful.


This is the invitation. So freaking cute!

I'm in love with Lilly P.!