promises, promises

It was a good run, but in the eleventh hour, the two-month Wardrobe Refashion pledge was smashed like a Kri-Kri dish by a disgruntled cat. I know I haven't mentioned it in a while, but some of you may recall that back at the beginning of June I took the pledge: to buy no new clothes for two months. Make, alter, thrift, sew, recycle, swap - all these methods of clothing acquisition are permitted (and encouraged), but no new retail.

No sweat, I thought. I hate buying things! And it will certainly only help my pocketbook. I threw myself into the challenge. I actually got out the sewing machine and made something. I read the Tease book (while standing in the Crafts aisle at a big box bookstore - why spend money?) and altered a T-shirt that never fit very well.


how i love to rip up a good T-shirt

I started knitting myself a short-sleeve top for the summer - and she's coming along nicely. Meet Delanna:


the top, top down

As July slid toward its close, I thought I was in the clear. Two months with no new clothes? Yawn. Do your worst, Wardrobe Refashionistas!

But then The Vacation started to approach: a backpacking trip in August. Forgetting my thrifty promise, I blithely strolled into the outdoors shop and dropped a pile of dough on three quick-dry, moisture-wicking T-shirts and a pair of underpants whose package proclaims "17 countries. 6 weeks. And one pair of underwear." You can see why I might have been dazzled. Looking at the hideously practical pile now, I realize the incredible weakness of my fiber.


for this I broke a pledge? it's not even from nordstroms!

In fact, it's not even cute. Is there an exception for moisture-wicking? Oh, what a consumer I am. This better be a great vacation.