If you’re new to this whole capsule thing, jump over to post one in this series, then come back and catch up.
I have to make a little bit of a confession. I jumped the gun on this whole capsule thing. I purged my closet, got rid of an unbelievable amount of clothes (Two contractor bags. I need to repent.), and was left with about 11 shirts and two pairs of jeans that really don’t fit (one of which having a lovely crotch hole). This was taking the whole capsule wardrobe thing to a whole new level. My list was made, and I knew I had a haul from H&M coming in the next few days, the other half of the needed items was in my Nordstrom Rack cart. But still, not a lot to work with for week one. But honestly? It was totally fine. Let me share my week one takeaway, and then we’ll get to how exactly I built my capsule. (Want to know exactly what’s in my capsule? That’s coming Wednesday! Stay tuned!)
WEEK ONE TAKEAWAY:
- It was so much easier to get dressed. I cannot emphasize this enough. This was my biggest hope for the capsule, and man, did it come through. Not having to wade through clothes that don’t fit me and that I just plain don’t like took 99% of the stress of getting dressed out. There were approximately 0 clothing based meltdowns this week (victoryyyyy).
- In the same vein – I got dressed way more often. The technical rules of the capsule wardrobe are that you aren’t supposed to wear your workout clothes (which don’t have to be purged) except to actually…work out. But let’s be real, I’m a work at home mom. If I don’t have plans to leave the house that day, I’m not getting dressed. That’s just a waste. But I am going to do my best to hold myself to getting dressed if we’re getting out of the house that day. And just so we’re clear: in this corner of the internet – leggings are pants.
- I took significantly better care of my clothes. Since we’re all about honesty around these parts, let me be the first to admit that I take terrible care of my clothing. Most of my wardrobe is typically in random piles around our bedroom, draped on my desk chair, or in baskets. It’s not pretty. But this week, there was a definite shift in that habit. If a shirt wasn’t deemed “dirty” (Which didn’t happen often. Kids.), I actually put it back on the hanger. I guess knowing you have limited options forces you to not lose them to the laundry monster. I’m calling that a win. (PS Just realized how much less laundry this is going to mean for me. Holy crap. If I wasn’t already sold, I am now.)
Isn’t the Purge the name of some terrible horror movie? I wouldn’t really know, being that I’m a complete scardy cat – but it’s ringing a bell. Oh well, I’m going to leave it because it’s the most appropriate title for what happens when a person removes every article of clothing from their closet and forces themselves to be brutally honest. If you have no idea what a capsule, or capsule wardrobe, is – allow me to attempt to simplify. The concept is pairing down your clothing options to a minimal, seasonally appropriate, mix-and-match system. Pinterest is over run with images of peoples’ capsules and articles of how to build one. So why am I throwing my hat in the ring? Because this is my blog and I can do as I like with it.
But really, because I think this concept is so needed today. I originally came upon this idea of a capsule wardrobe on the Un-Fancy blog, and from what I can gather, she’s kind of the mother of the idea. Her heart behind starting a capsule was that she had a bit of a shopping problem, in that she tended to heal bad moods with shopping. This is not my issue. My issue is that if something even remotely fun shows up on the calendar, I need a new outfit for it. Date night? Time to go shopping. Baby shower? Definitely need a new dress. Dinner with girlfriends? I at least need a new shirt. Now to be fair, I don’t exactly “get out” much, mother of two and a hard working husband problems, you know? But still, it’s a little ridiculous. And because I was constantly shopping on a whim and not out of necessity, I had a bunch of straight up crap in my closet. Whatever had fit my fancy at that exact moment in time, or even worse – whatever I could fit in that the one place I went had on the rack. That’s no way to stock your closet, let me tell you. I was tired of looking in my closet and having ill-fitting, trendy, not-really-me pieces looking back. Getting dressed after having two babies is hard enough, amiright?
The other night as I lay in bed, attempting to quiet my non-stop brain and get some sleep, I started thinking about fear. Real fear, in a deep, tangible way. Moving aside the things that just give me the heebie jeebies like roaches and tornados, I started dialoguing with God about what I’m actually afraid of. What strikes a chord deep inside, that something isn’t right. And the same phrase kept repeating.
I wasn’t really sure what I was afraid of missing, as I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling, I started that real childish way of praying that I tend to get stuck in. But what, God? But what? Missing what? Will you tell me? Huh, huh huh? Until I was honestly annoying myself, and let everything go blank so I could maybe, you know, hear the answer. And then it started to come through, slowly – like a pinhole of light.
The most popular two questions I get when talking to people about Beautycounter are “what do you think I need?” and “what’s your daily regimen?” I obviously have no problem talking about Beautycounter’s products and mission all day, but for the sake of effectiveness, I thought I’d write a two part blog answering these questions. I very well may have already answered all the people who even care, but hey – a little beauty blog never hurt anyone, right?
So here is my answer to the products I think (almost) everyone needs. The great thing about Beautycounter is that there are so. many. options. There is literally something for every skin type, every skin concern, etc. I keep surprising myself by how much I love learning about what works best for every need to better help people use safe products to better their skin (I feel like your local Avon lady 😂). But these are the five products I swear by, that in my opinion would be good for anyone and everyone.
Ah summer. I have such a conflicting relationship with you. On one hand I seriously love having my girl home for three months. On the other, she’s home for three months. That’s three months of attempting to entertain her without breaking the bank (or losing my mind). Adding a newborn to the mix had me fairly anxious as the last days of Mother’s Day Out dwindled down. I knew I’d need some kind of game plan, but I was also worried about setting myself up for failure. Hi, my name is Blake and I’m a recovering perfectionist.
Then I realized, this summer is what I make it. I decided to go ahead and make a plan and just heap grace upon grace. I figure having a plan and not sticking to it is way better than it being a random Tuesday with nothing to do and sitting around the house losing our minds, ya know? So this is what I came up with. Each day of the week has an “activity”, and each week has a theme. These are the times that Pinterest actually comes in handy.
I realize as I sit down to write this that I never wrote Pacey Claire’s birth story, even though I totally intended to, just for myself. If that’s not the epitome of motherhood, right? It can be summed up fairly simply: her due date came and went (that’s always a fun day), and 3 days later we induced. I had gestational diabetes with the Pacers, and my doctor was a little worried about her getting too big. All good. I know we both barely slept from excitement, got to the hospital around 4, & started the pitocin. Going into her birth, med-free was the plan. Going into September 22, it was obvious meds were going to be involved, but I was hoping for no epidural. 6 hours into pitocin-level contractions (which, come to find out, are regular contractions on steroids), I went ahead and got the epidural. She was born and hour and a half later. All together in labor for 8 hours, pretty sure I pushed all of 4 times. I remember through the haze my darling OB mentioning something about my body being “made to make babies”.
Fast forward to now. Pregnant with baby girl Guichet number two, all prepped and ready to go for med-free birth, attempt two. The books are read, the playlist is made, the essential oils/diffuser/bluetooth speaker/birthing affirmations are packed. The postpartum necessities are bought. I am ready. I’m even thinking if for some reason we have to induce again, even though I’m GD free this time, we can just take the pitocin a little more slowly and I should be able to get through it. The 35 week ultrasound rolls around, and we’re all super excited to get to see baby sister. The ultrasound tech nonchalantly mentions “and she’s breech”. I’m fairly certain I blacked out. Not really, but I definitely tuned out. I could feel the oh crap vibes pulsating off of my poor husband sitting next to me. When the tech walked out of the room, he quietly asked if I was okay, and I answered with a simple and short no. I was very not okay.