Let It Go

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Perhaps the omission was a gift from the universe, easing our family’s transition through a late winter cold snap: For several months my toddler forgot to sing the theme song from Frozen. In early April, however; The Frozen Song re-emerged as a thematic element in our collaborative bedtime story. In summary: AJ hosts an egg hunt and all of his cousins are invited (”All of them, Mommy!”). There is a custom Play Doh decorated surprise egg hidden for each cousin. Anna’s egg is wrapped in a tutu and when she opens it a real ballerina dances out (these are big eggs). Caroline’s egg is decorated as an egg and when she cracks it open, baby Ashby is trapped inside and AJ rescues her. Finally, Isabelle opens her egg, emblazoned with a glittering crown, and out jumps Princess Elsa, singing “Let it Go, Let it Go, Let it Go...” At this point he falls asleep softly singing the only words anyone really knows from that song.

Yesterday the nurse at the doctor’s office needed to confirm my last name. “Is it Mapp or Bressan?” After a very pregnant pause I responded “Bressan.” I have been married for nearly six years but man was it hard to let that one go. We cling to things, don’t we? Maiden names, college scrapbooks, dog eared copies of Judy Blume’s Blubber, a $175 silk Joie blouse that never actually looks good on - they all tell a story about who we are, or were. But where is the line between identity and junk?

That evening I enjoyed a glass of champagne with a chic friend to celebrate her newly acquired American citizenship. Thinking back on the last name conversation I asked if the ceremony sparked any sort of identity crisis. “Not at all,” she replied. “I retain both my Swiss and Italian passports.”  Leave it to Ada to be a triple citizen of the world. After a moment she added, “It was kind of hard for my Dad, though.”

Today’s outfit wasn’t quite as inspiring as the pink magnolia letting go of her petals in the background. Looking to the indigo top and flats to elevate grey base layers and an overcast spring morning. 

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Outfit details: Salvatore Ferragamo silk twill scarf (2009); J. Crew ruffle trench (2008); South Moon Under indigo hi low t-shirt (2012); Banana Republic ruched grey jersey skirt (2015); Steve Madden Kstudd indigo studded flats (2012); Stella & Dot Rebel pendant necklace (2014)

It’s Fashion Season

Spring is outfit season. April heralds death to tights and a glorious return to bare legs and open toed shoes. Granted, these newly appropriate outfit extenders do not come without great responsibility, namely pedicures and shaving, but all in, it’s worth it. 

But uh, back to the lecture at hand. Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let ‘em understand. I have worn all but five of my 33 items. (Go back and count them, I’ll wait.) The last ladies standing are: J. Crew navy blue eyelet skirt; no name navy blue pleated dress, Gap teal and navy blue wrap dress, DVF black and white wrap dress and a teal Max Studio sundress. All have been waiting for this warm weather week to reveal themselves. That and I haven’t purchased navy blue tights since eighth grade. 

One month in and a third of the way through the first season of my capsule wardrobe. It took a month to wear 33 items. Go figure. It’s easy to wear an outfit once, but it takes some creativity to rework the same outfit into something fresh and new for the upcoming 60 days. Now comes the mixy-matchy. Now I reveal my fashion chops. I am game! It is warm! 

Outfit details: Chloe Havana sunglasses (2014); YSL Muse handbag (2008); Kiton navy double breasted blazer (ultimate clothing swap find 2011); J. Crew vintage cotton v-neck t-shirt (I may have bought this in the past two weeks); J. Crew navy blue eyelet skirt (2012); Butter teal suede sandals (2012); Ases throat chakra pendant (2012); diamond pave disk necklace (anniversary gift from Matt, 2014); teal FitBit band to count the Spring in my steps