My favorite New Year’s Resolution ever.Posted: December 29, 2014
Photo: from Frock Star, my short-lived dress blog from 2007.
A few weeks ago, I gutted my wardrobe. Threadbare? OUT. Couldn’t remember when I last wore it? OUT. Gorgeous fabric but makes my boobs look weird? OUT. NO MERCY. HEART OF ICE.
And yet, after the trash bags have been dropped at the thrift store, I still have the ostrich feather fascinator from my aunt. The traditional Amharic dress from Ethiopia. My purple high school prom gown. I made a pact with myself: if I keep it, I have to wear it in the new year, in public, at least once. This is my favorite New Years resolution I’ve ever made because it’s really fucking fun. And will require a good deal of creativity, in some instances.
So this is just a heads up to Durham that I might be dressing strangely in the coming year. If I show up at Cocoa Cinnamon wearing an olive sari and combat boots, you’ll know why.