Keeping it Simple: Capsule Wardrobe Experiment


I’m sure you’re all shocked that the author of a blog called “Kinda Crunchy” jumped on the minimalist wardrobe bandwagon. I just couldn’t help myself. It was just too awesomely crunchy to pass-up. There were a few factors that contributed to my decision. One of them being that I felt like every morning I stressed over what to wear because I had too many clothes that didn’t really fit or weren’t really “me.” I started reading about de-cluttering and clearing out space in your life and how it creates more inner peace and all that good stuff and who doesn’t want that? No one doesn’t want that. (My mom just vomited in her mouth.)

So, I kinda started clearing stuff out. Tiny understatement. I went from filling half of a walk-in closet plus three stuffed-to-the-brim drawers, and then maybe also some boxes of stored stuff from a past pre-parenthood (aka pre-Jelly Belly) life to now requiring only one row of the walk-in and half-empty drawers. I used this method. Check-it out. It’ll change the way you view your stuff forever. It empowered me to be BRUTAL when de-cluttering. Sweater from {insert relative here} from {insert holiday here} that doesn’t really fit? You will guilt me no more into taking space in my closet. That one shirt that was my favorite forever but now has a little hole and is faded? Peace out, your glory days are like dust in the wind. How about that other thing that I bought because it was kind of what I needed but not really but was irresistibly on sale? Gone. Wait, but not that other thing that my husband says is cute on me but isn’t really my style and I feel awkward every time I wear it? This ain’t your home Mama, bye. If I don’t feel good in it, if it doesn’t “bring me joy,” if I don’t feel happy that I get to wear it then there is no space in my closet or my heart for this item.

You guys/Y’all, this was incredibly difficult. I’m trying to sound all BA (that’s how Christians say “bad ass” without actually swearing) about it, but it caused me physical pain. I’m almost embarrassed to admit that. Crunchy people: you know that feeling when your recycling bin is full and it’s trash day so you just toss that cardboard box which is CLEARLY recyclable into the normal land-fill destined garbage bin? AGONY. Squishy people: you know that feeling when you toss that generous serving of leftovers knowing you could totally have it for lunch tomorrow but you don’t really want to so you hastily shove it down the disposal, hoping your family never knows? THE HORROR. It’s that, “I’m being a wasteful selfish jerk” feeling. Uckgh. It feels slimy.

So how did I cut through the slime and embrace this process? I followed this blog post like it was an IKEA assembly guide. I held tight and I BELIEVED that in the end, this would all work out. The author, in her glorious simplistic way said this in a nutshell, “Your stuff served its purpose. You can thank it for what it did for you but now it can no longer serve you and needs to move on.” Make peace with saying good-bye, you’re only hurting yourself by keeping it because it’s cluttering your space. I don’t know that I really believed it, the stuff I wasn’t wearing a lot, was in my way though. For this reason, I appreciated the step that had me sort out my items into 4 categories: Continue reading

To My Loyal Readers

Hey Friends,

It’s been a long time since I’ve regularly posted here and I’ll admit that I’ve been trying to find my bearings since we moved to Texas in January. I’ve gotten really into Noonday Collection which has been an amazing support system, outlet for creativity and fundraising opportunity. So that’s good. I’ve also been really busy trying to get all of our adoption paperwork up to date with our new agencies. And then there’s the whole buying of a an older house (another fixer-upper, I know, I know…) and all that comes with that.

All that to say, I guess I feel like I’m finally finding my footing. Now that the dust is settling, I’m realizing how much I really miss writing. It’s such a great outlet for me, even if no one is really reading. Here’s the weird thing though, I haven’t been contributing new content but yet my reader numbers are still staying pretty high. This makes no sense but it does encourage me. I know, I totally just said that I don’t care if people read this but that’s obviously a lie. I care because it’s a way to connect, a way to learn, and a way to inspire others. I guess what I mean is, I’m not going to base my value on how many people read my blog.

On that note, I do plan to contribute more regularly with what’s been going on in my world and the world at large. What I really want to have also is more of what’s going on in YOUR world. I want this to be a place for many voices to be heard. Even voices that might seem to conflict with one another. This should be a safe place for ideas to be shared and explored. If you are interested in sharing about your experience with God, Social Issues, Parenting, Crunchiness and/or Adoption, I want to hear about it. We all do. Please post your ideas in the comments or email me directly.

Lastly, and mostly, I want to thank you for your loyalty. You’ve been an amazing community and support, even when you don’t agree with me. I appreciate you sticking around.

Take Care and Talk to You Soon,

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Oh, and here’s what we’ve been up to! Continue reading

Waiting for the Plus Sign

I remember holding that pregnancy stick ever so carefully, concentrating on peeing just right. Setting it down as if it were a ticking bomb and then backing away tentatively, knowing that it could change my life forever. That cheap little plastic stick would be the prophet of my destiny. Two minutes seemed like a really, really long time to wait. And when month after month, the prophet pee sticks would deny my dreams, the two minutes became progressively longer.

We have been in the adoption process from the “we’re seriously researching stage” to the “oh yeah, this is really happening stage” for about 18 months now. That is a loooong time to wait for a plus sign. Now, granted we’ve had a switch from international adoption to domestic and two moves (including a cross-country move) in the midst of our adoption pregnancy. You could say that all of that delayed things or that it was what led us to where we are supposed to be. Depending on the day, I feel differently.

Luca holding one of his babies. Cute.
Luca holding one of his babies. Cute.

Today, it’s just hard. Our son, Luca, is constantly asking us, “Where’s our baby?” “Can we go get our baby now??” It’s so cute, right? As cute as me poking my own eyeball with a chicken skewer. Repeatedly. Just precious. I’m over it. Every time my phone buzzes or hums or spouts off “Playtime” I’m like, “Oh my gosh, this could be it!” Alas, the pee stick is negatory yet again. I have this feeling that “the call” is coming soon so I’ve got myself all pumped-up. But I’m playing it totally cool. I’m so chill about it. I packed a suitcase full of newborn stuff (after washing everything, some things twice) and made an Amazon Baby Registry (less work went into my graduate thesis). I’m like ice. Continue reading