Last night I took everything out my closet that no longer fits. What's left are the lovely things that a friend lended me, a few basics that are new and a couple of over-sized favorites, left over from my grunge years. Kudos to Kurt Cobain (RIP) for making my generation fall in love with baggy thermals and chunky cardigans.
The point is, I feel like this one part of my hectic, unbalanced life is set. I open up my closet and see few but intentional pieces that all go together. It's actually what I have wanted my closet to look like for ten years.
Thank you to everyone who offered advice after my initial "maternity wear" post. You were life-savers.