I have no style… and it’s costing me.

I wrote a while back that I was starting a big purge of my space… then I moved so it all got put on hold and much to my frustration I ended up packing and moving a lot of things I will end up getting rid of. But as I unpack the purging continues, one thing I’m thinking about a lot as I go through and unpack the seemingly endless pile of boxes is how much I don’t want to do this ever again! The one area of my space that I’m the most frustrated with is my closet. I don’t…

this color really goes with anything…

Last week I did a load of wash. Yep, the most amazing opening sentence ever, I know – stay with me. Nothing special, some lights, some colors, with a hot pink t-shirt in the mix (that had been washed more than once already). Went to throw everything in the dryer and all the whites were pink. Awesome. It was like hot pink was trying to make me hate it. Cut to brunch with one of my dearest friends, we were talking about clothes as I was saying that I currently loathe pretty much everything in my closet – riveting brunch…