Yesterday, Jamie and Axel started a ten-week program at tennis school. They were both SO, SO excited until the very second that it began and then Jamie lost it. Axel followed the teenage leaders and Jamie sobbed, clung to me, and refused to join the others. It was very uncharacteristic but I could definitely sympathize. In fact, the whole thing reminded me of that feeling of terror and imminent tears that I haven't felt for at least twenty-five years, but that happened semi-regularly as a child. You know the feeling: I don't know these people, I don't know what I'm doing and I'm going to mess up in front of all these people I don't know, I just want my mom and a hug. I'm hoping that next week, when the less-"fluffy" (MY SON SAYS I'M FLUFFY and I'm really hoping he means cuddly) Swede is there he'll be less likely to hold back.
Since that reticence was so unlike him, I was a little concerned about how his annual checkup at the nurse would go this morning. They were going to test his language, hearing, sight, fine and gross motor skills, among other things and if he was nervous it would be difficult to get an accurate result. Also, I knew they were going to ask him to draw a person and I'd never seen him do it before and didn't think he could, but please look at this:
Most four-year-olds just draw a head with arms and legs coming out of it, but my boy drew a body! And hair! Genius? Could be. At any rate, he wasn't nervous at all and actually seemed to be having a blast. He's growing like a weed and passed all the test with flying colors. I couldn't stop grinning.
One of the
things that got me thinking about wanting less was cleaning out my
closet. I’ve known for a long time, but not really acted on the fact that my
favorite kinds of outfits, on both myself and others, are the simplest ones. For
a long time I tried to be very creative and colorful and followed the lead of a
handful of whimsical mommy bloggers to construct my wardrobe. The result was a lot
of clothes that I had lukewarm feelings about, unnecessary quantities of the
same kind of items, and a lot of frustration about how smooshed together
everything was in my closet. Again, a symptom of that more is more attitude that was dragging me down. So, over the
course of three days, I put about seventy-five percent of my clothes, shoes,
and accessories into paper bags that will be donated after the girls get
a chance to sift through them. The only remaining items are ones that I wear
because I like the way they look on me, not because I feel guilty because I
bought them and feel like I have to. I cannot tell you the feeling of
satisfaction I get when I open my closet door since the big purge. I will have
much stricter standards for new items from now on. Here are a few outfits that
made the cut.
great example of what I’m talking about in terms of my new standards. I knew
the second I put this lace pencil skirt on that it was going to make
my husband really happy, which would, in turn, make me happy. I love the way it
fits and the fact that it’s practically as versatile as jeans in terms of what I
can wear it with. Here it is with my favorite sweater for a day when corporate
…and with a
t-shirt any other day. Even cuter, in my opinion.
I have two
peplum tops and they’re not going anywhere. I can’t imagine anyone not feeling her
best in a well-cut peplum.
Here’s the kind
of minimal outfit I meant. A favorite pair of jeans, white top, leather
sandals. Any one of these items could go with any number of other things.
another boring simple outfit! It's been a pretty mild summer so I've worn
these jeans, like, every single day since I got them at American Eagle Outfitters
in New York this spring (AEO is the ONLY place I can find jeans that are the exact right
length for my stubby legs). Since the leadership was still on vacation the past
couple of weeks I could get away with ripped jeans at the office, but now they’re
back and I’ve had to relegate them to weekend-wear only, boohoo! Also, lemme
just give you a warning about online shopping: this sweater was advertised as
cashmere on an online clothing shop I (used to) frequent and I couldn’t believe
how cheap it was. Well, caveat emptor, my people, because it was five percent
cashmere and stretches out of shape like nobody’s business with every wear. I
still kept it. That five percent makes me feel luxurious. And with a
practically-empty closet I need a little of that.