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Day 9

So, today is Day 9, but this arrived on Day 8 and I pretty much went to town.


I read from professional closet-cleaner-outters (yes, that’s a thing) that you should put all of your clothes on your bed and then sort the clothes into three piles: love; on-the-fence; and donate. In the past, I’ve always just taken the “to donate” out of my closet and left the rest. I can assure you, Dear Reader, that dumping all of your clothes on the bed makes a world of difference. Oy vey.

My piles fared a little differently, though. They went more like this: will continue to wear; meh; holy bananas how is this still in here (including socks from college); and this is going in that pretty polka dot bag. ThredUP doesn’t want any of my collegiate socks, nor does it want any of my pilled sweaters or ragged leggings. But do they want my pleated skirt from Banana from 7 years ago? They say not, but let’s test them. It’s cute, I say! I filled that bag to the brim, tossed bras and socks and leggings, made a pile to donate to St. Vinny’s (someone will surely want those Gap sweaters that wouldn’t fit in the bag, won’t they? Maybe?), and I was left with …

Well, not a lot. Mostly tank tops. More than I probably need, but they don’t take up much space. Two pairs of regular jeans and a summer pair. A pair of velvet-y pants, and two pairs of black pants. A few skirts. A couple of tops. Some summer dresses, but a couple that will work in winter. Tights. Cardigans. Really, it’s fine. And I ordered some new clothes to – I hope – fill in the gaps. When I woke up this morning, it really felt good. Like there was space.

Next up? I’m tacking the shoes.

Day 5

So today is Day 5 of the 30-day plan to a New Me (just kidding, it’s just a 30-day plan to try to stave off insanity) and I’d say it’s going moderately well. No drinking, two short workouts and lots of sleep have been the hallmarks of the work-week.

Of note, I have received and returned all of the items in the MM LaFleur “bento box.” The items were nice, well-constructed and simple, but in addition to not really fitting, they just weren’t for me. They were what I would describe as clothes for people who have watched a movie about people in an office and want to dress like that. I don’t really know anyone who wears things in the box that I received. At least not on a daily basis. Could be because I live in Madison, WI, and not in D.C., or it could be because I surround myself with frumps. I don’t want to get into it, really. It just wasn’t for me. With the exception of one sweater, which was ridiculously amazing and ridiculously expensive and so I sent it back. Actually, I may have spent that amount of money on it – because oy was it gorgeous-feeling – but I decided I wanted to clean my closet out first (clean slate and all), before I start replenishing. KonMari, y’all. Or something like that.

So, to that end, I signed up to get a bag from ThredUp in order to try to make some pennies on yesterday’s wear. Usually I just donate my clothes, but this always leaves me with the feeling that they are really just going into a landfill somewhere, so I thought that if I could try to consign them – and use a huge website with mass appeal – maybe they would actually get some use again. Of course, there are environmental costs to this, too (what with the shipping and whatnot), but let’s see how this goes before we start running the numbers. After two hours of sending away for the bag, and even though it was 10 p.m., I could not help but check the mailbox to see if it had arrived. Spoiler alert: it had not. But, when it does and how this process goes, I’ll be sure to let you know.

Anyone done this before? Or something similar? I’ve consigned Bear’s clothes locally and a few things of my own on Craigslist (and once on EBay), but this is pretty much brand-new territory for me. And I am psyched. Is that bag here yet?!

Day 3

Hello everyone. In the words of the great Barack Obama, is this thing still on!?

So today is day of Kate’s Great 2017 30-day Challenge, which means different things to me on different days, but generally means the following: For 30 days, I don’t have alcohol, I introduce more (read: some) regular exercise, I read more, and I get to sleep earlier. In these chaotic times, I felt I was spiraling into the abyss and needed to try to find some concrete ways to stop the spin. So, for the time being, it’s been these relatively simple ideas.

Now, that’s not all. I’ve been trying to think of ways that I can make my life a little easier. And calmer. And more joyful, too. This probably all sounds terribly selfish to you as the world spins off of its axis (so much spinning in this post), but I’m pretty certain that if I don’t figure out how to calm the %$%^&(%&#$% down, I will soon be locked up in a padded room draining what’s left of the State’s resources. And that’s not good for anyone. So, in addition to the above basic plan, I have a few missions to try to avoid that. And the first I’d like to talk about is one I return to again and again (in my head anyway) and one to which I still don’t have much of an answer, but I’d like to hear your thoughts.


It’s no secret that I’m not a morning person. I don’t like to get up. I don’t like to be spoken to in the morning. I don’t like to talk. And I really dread figuring out what to wear. Although I still really do like clothes and have preferences in styles and whatnot, I really would, at this point, prefer to have a small closet with great choices. And while that’s something that I’ve tried to work on, I’ve really failed at it.

A couple of years ago I decided I was going to go with the capsule wardrobe idea and I chose Banana Republic as my sponsor. Only they didn’t know it and I had to pay for everything. I decided to go with (largely) one store because it seemed easiest and fastest and I was ready to implement this sucker over night. Well, the problem with that idea was that I was stuck with about 12 pieces that were all very much from that two-peek period in 2014 or whenever it was and while I like some of the pieces still, some of them were dumb at the time and I knew it, but was too lazy to do anything about it. I thought, “They fit, they’re affordable. Done.”

But as time went on, I realized that striped cotton t-shirt wasn’t going to do much for me in Wisconsin’s January and, frankly, I hated the way it looked anyway. I felt like a dowdy frump and I wasn’t fun to be around when I wore it because, you know, I felt like a dowdy frump. Enter: Stitch Fix. I wrote about Stitch Fix here. I loved it! A couple of fixes later … The patina has worn off a little. I still think it’s so fun and a great idea, but the pieces aren’t nearly as appealing to me and I’m wondering if it’s just because I expect the service to have the whole array of clothing in the universe at its hands when it really has only a handful of clothes available to it like any other place would.

So, here is what I have learned so far. I am still into the capsule wardrobe because I think it would make my life simpler and cleaner. And from there it would allow me to concentrate on other things and dread mornings so much less. But. I need to realize it won’t happen overnight. I need to stop looking for the quick fix, if you will.

And here’s one more piece: cost and quality.

This is where my latest venture comes into the story. On a whim, I decided to try the ritzy (for moi) MM.LaFleur. It’s a lot like StitchFix in that you get a box whenever you like, but it’s a lot pricier. My first one came last night, but because someone I live with forgot to mention it to me, I didn’t notice it until this morning. As we were supposed to be rushing out the door, though, I dug into it and I could immediately tell that the quality was far superior to anything that I’ve ever gotten from Stitch Fix and, with rare exception, from Banana, too. I haven’t tried anything on yet so it’s more than possible that nothing will fit and, even if it did, I’m not sure I can justify spending that kind of money anyway.

But I’m also sick of being sick of my clothes. And more than that. I’m sick of cycling through clothes I don’t like. I buy them, get tired of them, donate them, buy more, get tired, donate and the cycle goes on and on. So I was thinking a lot about how much money I probably waste on clothes and how sad that is. And then I was reading this article and wondering if spending more on my clothes would have a variety of benefits.


End of an era

I can’t really deal with what’s happening tomorrow. But I can’t let today pass without acknowledging its significance. So, let me just say a simple: thanks, Obama.


I had a really long draft saved (or so I thought) about cycling through the stages of grief. I suppose it’s fitting that it’s lost somewhere in cyberspace. Because that’s pretty much how I feel: lost.

I really don’t want to hear anymore reasons for the result of this election. I’m pretty sure I know the reason. She got fewer votes in the states where it mattered. And whether that was because of trade policies, xenophobia, anti-elitism, poor GOTV efforts, voter ID, misogyny, fake websites, illiteracy, hate-mongering, third parties, apathy, misunderstandings, idiocy, libertarianism or because she said basket of deplorables, I don’t know that I have the capacity to contemplate it anymore. But, it turns out, I have the capacity for a whole lot of anger.

And I am so angry. I cycle through anger like no one’s business.

I’m angry at the woman in my office who reportedly wrote in another woman in our office because – wait for it – she couldn’t vote for a woman for president. I’ll let you marinate on that for a moment. Yes. You read that correctly. Why? Is she a straight-up lady-hater? I don’t know, but her “reasoning” was because “some countries may not want to deal with a woman head-of-state.” Uh, yeah, sure that makes sense. I wish she’d gone ahead and asked a few countries who “don’t want to deal with us” how that works out for them. Also, pretty sure it worked out ok for England with, say, Queen Elizabeth I and Margaret Thatcher. Maybe Angela Merkel could tell us if it’s been a problem for Germany.

I’m angry at Mike Evans. I am all in on these athletes and teams that are taking a stand against Our Bigot in Chief. I love it. It makes me believe maybe we’re not destined for the cliff. And I don’t believe that you aren’t allowed to criticize if you don’t vote. Of course you are. But when you don’t vote, your credibility plummets. And that just sucks. And it sucks because I think, “How many more people woke up last Wednesday incredibly upset at the result, but sat the election out? How many could have made the difference?”

And I’m really angry at people who say that this is “how it works” and that it’s just an election and in four years, there will be another one. Because this isn’t just how it works. Or it isn’t supposed to anyway. We aren’t supposed to be discussing Muslim registries on television. We aren’t supposed to have a racial supremacist movement with its foot in the most important office in the universe. We aren’t supposed to have a sexual predator at the helm. This is insane. And when people act like the reaction to this insanity is dramatic, I find my head spinning with dizzying rage.

I’m terrified that this is it. That this election is the real signal of the beginning of the demise of our republic. I can’t help but see the parallels to Athens and Rome and so many other past great empires. Like them, we’ve had many people see the writing on the wall and warn us. But, like them, people voted against their self-interest, refusing to see what was before them.

I’m trying to have hope. I’m reading the words of Demosthenes, who encouraged the Athenians to rally against Philip II. Demosthenes said,

Now in the first place, Athenians, there is no need to despair of our present position, however hopeless it may seem. For that which is worst in the days that are past and gone is just what affords the best assurance for the future. And what is that? It is that your affairs are in this evil plight just because you, men of Athens, utterly fail to do your duty; since surely, were you so placed in spite of every effort on your part, it would be hopeless to look for improvement.

In the next place, bear this in mind. Some of you have been told, others know and remember, how formidable the Spartans were, not many years ago, and yet how at the call of honor and duty you played a part not unworthy of your country, and entered the lists against them in defense of your rights. I remind you of this, Athenians, because I want you to know and realize that, as no danger can assail you while you are on your guard, so if you are remiss no success can attend you. Learn a lesson from the former strength of the Lacedaemonians, which you mastered by strict attention to your affairs, and the present arrogance of our enemy, which discomposes us because we ignore every call of duty.

But if anyone here, Athenians, is inclined to think Philip too formidable, having regard to the extent of his existing resources and to our loss of all our strongholds, he is indeed right, yet he must reflect that we too, men of Athens, once held Pydna, Potidaea, and Methone and had in our own hands all the surrounding territory, and that many of the native tribes now in his service were then free and independent and were indeed more inclined to side with us than with Philip.

If, therefore, Philip had then come to the conclusion that it was a difficult task to fight the Athenians while they held such strong outposts in his own territory and he was destitute of allies, in that case he would never have gained his present successes, never acquired his present power. But, men of Athens, Philip saw clearly that all these outposts were but the open prizes of war, that by natural right the property of the absent belongs to those who are on the spot, and the property of the careless to those who can face toil and danger.

It was precisely by acting on this principle that he has mastered and now holds them all. Some he has seized by right of arms, others he has won by alliance and friendship. For indeed alliance and respect are willingly offered by all men to those whom they see ready and prompt to take action.

And you too, men of Athens, if you are willing to adopt this principle, now if never before, if each citizen is ready to throw off his diffidence and serve the state as he ought and as he best may, the rich man paying, the strong man fighting, if, briefly and plainly, you will consent to become your own masters, and if each man will cease to expect that, while he does nothing himself, his neighbor will do everything for him, then, God willing, you will recover your own, you will restore what has been frittered away, and you will turn the tables upon Philip.

Do not believe that his present power is fixed and unchangeable like that of a god. No, men of Athens; he is a mark for the hatred and fear and envy even of those who now seem devoted to him. One must assume that even his adherents are subject to the same passions as any other men. At present, however, all these feelings are repressed and have no outlet, thanks to your indolence and apathy, which I urge you to throw off at once.

For observe, Athenians, the height to which the fellow’s insolence has soared; he leaves you no choice of action or inaction; he blusters and talks big, according to all accounts; he cannot rest content with what he has conquered; he is always taking in more, everywhere casting his net round us, while we sit idle and do nothing.

When, Athenians, will you take the necessary action? What are you waiting for? Until you are compelled, I presume. But what are we to think of what is happening now? For my own part I think that for a free people there can be no greater compulsion than shame for their position. Or tell me, are you content to run round and ask one another, “Is there any news today?” Could there be any news more startling than that a Macedonian is triumphing over Athenians and settling the destiny of Hellas?

“Is Philip dead?” you ask. “No, indeed; but he is ill.” And what is that to you? Even if something happens to him, you will soon raise up a second Philip, if that is the way you attend to your affairs; for even this Philip has not grown great through his own unaided strength so much as through our carelessness.

Nor is this all. If anything happened to him, or if Fortune, which always cares for us better than we care for ourselves, should bring that result about, remember that you must be on the spot if you want to take advantage of the general confusion and to control the situation at your pleasure; but in your present condition you would be unable, even if the opportunity offered, to take over Amphipolis, having neither a force nor a policy ready to hand.

Well, assuming that you are thoroughly convinced that you must all be ready and willing to make this necessary effort, I say no more on that point. But as to the nature and size of the force which I think adequate to relieve the situation, the means of defraying the cost, and the best and speediest method of providing for its equipment, I shall now endeavor to state my views, making just this appeal to you, Athenians. . . .

It seems to me, Athenians, as if some god, out of very shame for the conduct of our city, had inspired Philip with this activity. For if he did nothing more, but were willing to rest satisfied with what he has already captured and subdued, I believe some of you would be quite content with what must bring the deepest disgrace upon us and brand us as a nation of cowards. But by always attempting something new, always grasping at more power, he may possibly rouse even you, if you have not utterly abandoned hope.

Personally I am surprised that none of you, Athenians, is distressed and angry to find that at the beginning of the war our aim was to punish Philip, but at the end it is to escape injury at his hands. But surely it is obvious that he will not stop, unless someone stops him. And is that what we are to wait for? Do you fancy that all is well, if you dispatch an unmanned fleet and the vague hope of some deliverer?

Shall we not man the fleet ourselves? Shall we not take the field with at least a proportion of native troops, even now, if never before? Shall we not sail against his territory? “Where then are we to go and anchor?” someone has asked. The progress of the war, men of Athens, will itself discover the weak places in his front, if we make the effort; but if we sit here at home listening to the abuse and mutual recriminations of the orators, there is not the slightest chance of our getting anything done that ought to be done. . . .

Truly, men of Athens, I do think that Philip is drunk with the magnitude of his achievements and dreams of further triumphs, when, elated by his success, he finds that there is none to bar his way; but I cannot for a moment believe that he is deliberately acting in such a way that all the fools at Athens know what he is going to do next. For of all fools the rumor-mongers are the worst.

But if, putting rumors aside, we recognize that this man is our enemy, who has for years been robbing and insulting us, that wherever we once hoped to find help we have found hindrance, that the future lies in our own hands, and if we refuse to fight now in Thrace, we shall perhaps be forced to fight here at home — if, I say, we recognize these facts, then we shall have done with idle words and shall come to a right decision. Our business is not to speculate on what the future may bring forth, but to be certain that it will bring disaster, unless you face the facts and consent to do your duty.

For my own part, I have never yet chosen to court your favor by saying anything that I was not quite convinced would be to your advantage; and today, keeping nothing back, I have given free utterance to my plain sentiments. Yet, certain as I am that it is to your interest to receive the best advice, I could have wished that I were equally certain that to offer such advice is also to the interest of the speaker; for then I should have felt much happier. But, as it is, in the uncertainty of what the result of my proposal may be for myself, yet in the conviction that it will be to your interest to adopt it, I have ventured to address you. Whatever shall be to the advantage of all, may that prevail!

So, let’s fight this monster with everything that we have. And let’s hope that at the end of the day, the republic holds and there’s still clean water and air for all.