The Self-Made Wardrobe is a project where I only wear garments I’ve made.
It’s a year long experiment in getting dressed without clothing labels –
it’s a year about noticing patterns, trying things, and observing what happens.

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Day 337 – Friday, July 3rd
black tank top // pirate skirt
bicycle necklace // various rings // sandal wedges

Day 338 – Saturday, July 4th
black tank top // grey maxi skirt
robot clock necklace // various rings // sandal wedges

Day 339 – Sunday, July 5th
black tank top // black maxi skirt
robot clock necklace // bracelets // rings // flip flops

Day 340 – Monday, July 6th
black tank top // pirate skirt
pocket watch necklace // bracelet // rings // sandal wedges

Day 341 – Tuesday, July 7th
black tank top // black maxi skirt
robot clock necklace // rings // flip flops

Day 342 – Wednesday, July 8th
black tank top // vine print skirt
princess necklace // rings // sandal wedges

Day 343 – Thursday, July 9th
black tank top // black maxi skirt
bicycle necklace // various rings // flip flops

oh damn! This feels crazy! and kind of surreal! But there are just 21 days to go…

It’s weird – I have lots of thoughts and feelings about the end of this project, and most of them contradict each other.

Part of me wants to panic and make ALL THE THINGS!!
& part of me wants to let those 21 days pass gracefully.

Part of me wants to extend the project.
& part of me can’t wait to dig into piles of clothes I haven’t seen in a year.

Part of me wants to never see these clothes again.
& part of me can’t wait to start mixing handmade with store bought.

Part of me never wants to photograph myself ever again.
& part of me can’t wait to play in front of a camera in more free-form ways.

Part of me wants to wear nothing but pjs from now on.
& part of me wants to wear all the crazy things!

Part of me is like “it’s just the end of a sort of silly project – stop making it so complicated.”
& part of me is like “but it’s not over yet!”
& part of me is like “this is ridiculous – stop being so conflicted.”
& part of me is like “but this is complicated!”

And then part of me remembers – endings are always complicated.

(and then another part of me is like “I can’t believe you’re going to hit publish on this.”)