The Most Bello Ostello There Ever Was

Or: How I got lost and found in Milan – and fell deeply in love with a hostel.

Real talk – this post is gonna get a little emotional, and start with a bit of a tangent, so booze up and get ready.

At the end of June, I took a trip with my MBA program to Milan. Like any self respecting mid-twenties traveler, I planned a couple of extra days at the beginning of the trip to eat drink shop explore Milan (and meet up with my dear friend from high school, who had been studying in Switzerland for far too long). As a type A human is wont to do, I planned months and months in advance, down to the train I would take, what platform it left from, what the best departure time would be based on my flight arrival, time to get through customs and crying about avoiding navigating crowds.

And wouldn’t you know it? The train was on strike. 


I was vaguely aware of alternative modes of transportation, but obviously had a) already paid €12 for my train ticket, and b) had no clue whatsoever what I was doing.

I heard that taking a cab would cost a life ending €110 from Malpensa Airport to anywhere in Milan, and lord knows I was not taking my food money out on a pesky transportation need. So, instead, I found a terrifying definitely not sketchy looking bus kiosk in the airport, ponied up another €8, and dragged my sorry, sweaty self onto the next available bus to Milano Centrale. Of course, this station happens to be on the Northern side of Milan – the opposite side of the hostel, and not at all where I planned on being unceremoniously deposited into Milan. But no matter – ever onward, right?


Now, since my friend was coming into town, I had done some research into how to get to the hostel that we would share (eventually) from Milano Centrale (the Grand Central Station of Milan). I knew the illustrious Metro yellow line would land me not far from the hostel, and figured I could easily find my way from there.

Yeah, no.

I got hopelessly lost for about an hour, with no cell service, a crappy non-detailed map and all of my shit. After only one panic attack (I’m a big girl, ma!) I figured out an admittedly sketchy back alley way of getting to the hostel. And when I turned the corner on Via Medici, and saw the blessed sign for Ostello Bello Medici, let me tell you. I cried. I was so happy, and so proud of myself for figuring it out by myself and not blowing all of my cash on a panic taxi.


Here’s where the review comes in – see? I told you we’d get here.

Sweaty, out of breath, and looking like a complete hot mess, I stumbled into the air conditioned lobby of one singularly spectacular Ostello Bello.

The best part about the hostel is the fact that it’s welcoming as hell.  I was met by the sweetest human being ever, who not only encouraged me to sit down and cool off for a while before getting down to business, but brought me a gigantic pitcher of ice cold water and offered me food several times. This place positively blew my mind.  When you tell people you’re going to Europe, they always have some sort of opinion about it – learn the language/don’t bother learning the language, everyone is horrible and trying to rob you, never travel alone/traveling alone is an empowering experience. I’m not saying to show up and flash your cash everywhere – I’m about as paranoid a traveler as they come – but after all the fear and paranoia, the attitude of the staff at the hostel challenged all of my preconceived notions about Milan, and honestly European travel in general.

Okay, that’s enough – on to the review.

Ostello Bello Medici located in the southwestern quadrant of Milan – not far from Castello Sforzesco, with great rooms,  staff, daily breakfast & aperitivo, and bar.Even I – deeply cynical as I am – was excited to see locals hanging out in the bar, friendly staff folks (young, cute, and actually interested in their jobs, by the way), and a general camaraderie and openness between hostel goers.

My friend and I stayed in a private room – because I’m all in for the common space hostel experience, but I’m just done with dorm living. And I’m terrified of sharing private space with complete strangers. Introverts gonna introvert.


We had a gorgeous view of one of three open air terraces at the hostel, complete with fairy lights, a picnic table, and two hammocks – a great place for two shirtless drunken Italian bar-goers to crash overnight. As if that wasn’t spectacular enough, the bed was super comfy, the room was clean, and we had a private ensuite bathroom that was very clean and spacious! The way we did it, it was essentially a hotel, but with a way more interactive and lively group of guests, and tons of free resources and recommendations from young locals. Plus, you couldn’t turn a corner without seeing a cool mural or some sort of art display (this is true in the hostel, but also on the streets of Milan).

Milan in general is so magical it’s stupid. I’ve heard a lot of people say that they weren’t huge fans of the city – felt it too dirty, too crowded, too insert definitive-reason-number-2,092,357-I-was-given-as-to-why-I-shouldn’t-visit-Milan here. I’m not a huge city person – crowd anxiety and growing up in the country will do that to you – but I loved exploring Milan and I would love to go back and spend more time there and take a few days to explore the Italian Food Valley (seriously, that’s what it’s called I shit you not).

Ostello Bello has two locations in Milan – Ostello Bello Medici (where we stayed), and Ostello Bello Grande (closer to Milano Centrale) – as well as a fairly new hostel in Myanmar. If you ever have the opportunity, do yourself a favor and spend some time with them. I can’t wait until I can again.


And don’t worry – you’re not done hearing about Milan.




Back in the Saddle

Or: Yeaaaaah, Buddy: Kicking Off My Quarter Life Crisis

So, my dear non-existent readers, the prodigal writer returns. Back, and more full of mid-twenties angst, student loan debt, overpriced lattes, and red wine than ever.


Let’s do this.

Times like this call for a quick life catch up, just so we all get the full effect of what we’re dealing with here, before I jump into a series of what’s likely to be poorly executed recipes, attempts at DIY, and botched travel blogs.

Since last we spoke in March 2015…

  • I took an amazing marketing job at a winery – never has there been a better fit
  • I moved home for a hot minute to save for grad school – suffice it to say, this was an excellent decision, yet not one I intend on repeating
  • I started grad school – more on this, probably one of the best choices I’ve ever made
  • I moved out of the house, and into an apartment with A and Gwen
  • I took a life changing week and a half long trip to Milan for exploring and international business workshops through my MBA program – see grad school notes
  • Que Quarter Life Crisis, introspection and a LOT of wondering what I want out of life (and how to get it, once I figure it out)
  • A & I decided to go our separate ways
  • I bought a lot of self help books and wine, started looking for a very patient therapist, and started my “before I’m 30” list

SO….there’s that.

The ins and outs of my breakup are between A & I, but I will say that he’s a wonderful human being in every way, and I think we both have a lot of room to grow and learn.

How do I even move forward with this? 

Basically, expect no schedule, posts of varying frequency and quality, and a complete hot mess.

But I’m back, you beautiful SOBs.





Accidental Kitty Cat Desk Photoshoot

Or: Hold still, just right there, just one more shot, oh no, wait go back, oh ugh why can’t you understand me?!? MEOW MEOW FREAKING MEOW. 

Getting this camera has really changed the nature of my relationship between my cat and I. 

This past Sunday, I woke up at an ungodly hour (because why not) and took a stab at updating my personal website (full of all sorts of professional/academic nuggets about me) which hadn’t really been updated in a while.

I’ve been told by about every manager I’ve ever had, that keeping an updated resume/personal website, is the best favor that you can do for yourself, so I figured why not! Let’s throw future Shelby a softball. (Don’t worry, I’m getting to the cat tie-in).


Whilst perusing other marketing/social media/copywriting type professional websites, I noticed a running motif that I really loved — some sort of personal design touch. And though, of course, my site is built on the lovely WordPress utilizing an available theme (much like my blog, you lucky readers, you), I still saw a great opportunity to add a little personal touch with a personally crafted pseudo stock photo-esque headline image. Plus, it gave me the chance to practice some of my photography skills, and show them off on my site! (You see where I’m going with this don’t you…). 

I grabbed a favorite mug, cleared off my desk, and placed just my MacBook Air, and my glasses on it — you know, for creativity and such. Then, I started taking a few shots.


Pretty good, so far — getting the keyboard in was key (HA) along with my friendly little hello sunshine mug – brightening up the shot, and giving it that little bit of interesting/young professional element.

You know, lest anyone forget I’m a young professional in marketing. This really hammers it home.

I liked the photo above very much, but thought maybe adjusting the angle would help?


Of course at that exact moment that I felt I may have found the best angle, Gwen promptly sought to discover the mysteries of the coffee mug.


Spoiler alert, little one — it’s empty.

I sent these images to my photographer mother – thinking she might laugh and commiserate about the search for the perfect shot. And she suggested something so brilliant. So amazing. I thought, clearly this is where I get it from.

She said…why don’t you try to include the cat in the final shot?

I told you. Mind. Blown.

So I waited…rather impatiently, until Gwen jumped back up and sat next to my laptop on the desk (you know, for that casual/candid style). And that’s when I made my move!

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See early comments regarding cat wrangling


I can’t deny that she’s an awfully cute little cat, and I got a little distracted taking pictures of her sweet little face! BUT, in the end, I shot the perfect photo (below), did a little Photoshop magic, and voilà!


The perfect headline photo — shows off my favorite writing companion, location and caffeine container (sold @ Old Navy, in store only – sorry online shoppers!). AND, in the final web edits, I added my personal logo and first/last name right square in the middle of the image. It fit perfectly!

It just goes to show you that your favorite little distractions can be the sweetest little surprise!

And also, that my mother is brilliant — but we already knew that.

Oh! And after many hours of editing, my personal website/portfolio came out great. Thanks for asking…





Pig Day at the Saturday Farmer’s Market

Or: This is what happens when G.A.W. gets a new toy and falls in love with her small town all over again


So there’s that.

As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, I recently rewarded myself for completely ignoring my blog by getting a new camera. So, naturally A & I took advantage of a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, checked out the Saturday Farmer’s Market in our little town, and brought my new toy along for some good old fashioned learning by doing. Little did we know, it was Pig Day at the Farmer’s Market!


There were arts and crafts activities for kids and kids at heart, plus tons of pig, pork, and bacon related snacks, little stuffed pigs, and pig statues everywhere!


We made a quick stop in the food vendor area for a chicken tikka garlic naanwich. Yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like — holy crap, so good. Chicken tikka, greens, yogurt and sweet tamarind sauce, all wrapped up in a warm delicious slab of naan. AMAZE.


Of course, immediately after chowing down on our naanwiches, we realized that we sort of failed to fully participate in the whole “Pig Day” schtick, but choices were made…NO REGRETS.


We took a stroll around some of the sweets vendors and saw these adorable “piggy pops” made of bread, with raisins for eyes. All of the littles running around (and myself) just had to have one. Spoiler alert, it was delicious.


I love how all of the vendors really got into it with the Pig Day promo in little (or big) ways! Even the little band that plays on the park side of the market came out in prime swine condition! It was so fun to see everyone engaged with the market-goers and excited to be there.




I”ll just leave this here — try to recover from the cute, I dare you.

It was a blast strolling around and enjoying the beautiful weather in our little town. I love getting fresh local fruits and veggies at our Farmer’s Market, and it was so fun getting some practice in by capturing some of the beautiful produce on camera!


Our little town is the best, and days like today remind me how much I love living here. All of the little events have such a homespun feel to them, and when the weather is just right, and everyone comes out to join in the fun, it’s such a special feeling.


What’s your favorite part about where you live? Let me know!

Until next time, my dears.



Winter Emergency Kit

Or: Oh, the weather outside is weather…

Okay, let’s get real…we both know I’m a subpar/inconsistent blogger, but we also know you don’t want to read crappy “OH GOD I JUST NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING” content. I THINK THIS IS A GOOD COMPROMISE.


It’s the first (official) day of winter, and though California winters are not a big deal in the least, I want to equip my home/vehicle with necessary emergency accoutrements for the winter season. Lord knows we need the snow/rain/sleet/precipitation/anything? So, if our rain dances, prayers and pleas continue to be answered and we get more weather, I won’t complain….but I will protect myself against the potentiality of it, dammit.

Since, I make regular ski trips to the nearby slopes, so this kit will probably just live in my car in perpetuity (or until I dig out all the good snacks…whichever comes first).


Without further ado…here are the contents of my homespun winter vehicle emergency kit…


  • Snow Chains (not pictured above)
  • 2 cans of pop-top chili
  • A couple of Clif Bars
  • A huge tub of trail mix
  • Bottled water (not pictured)
  • Flashlight (mine is battery free-charges by being wound)
  • Multi-tool (mine isn’t Leatherman brand, but obviously that’s a perfect fit)
  • Extra socks, mittens/gloves, hats, jacket, pants (anything that you can fit)
  • Waterproof matches
  • Hand & Toe Warmers
  • First Aid Kit
  • Tissues/Toilet Paper
  • Cleaning Wipes


So, there’s really no super intense step by step here, other than to say, that there’s a fine line between preparing for an emergency and completely over preparing…and I’m pretty sure I did the latter. BUT in my mind – better safe than sorry!


Most of this stuff I got at Target, or I already had (first aid kits, snow chains, giant tub). Total, we spent about $60, but that included $30 on a pre-packed vehicle kit specifically (Made by AAA – jumper cables, reflectors, tire gauge, etc – not pictured.)

As I mentioned earlier, I drive up to snowy areas quite a bit, which is the reason I carry snow-prep stuff, but depending on where you live (flooding issues, wind, etc) you can definitely adjust the contents to suit your needs!

So, I also keep non-clumping clay based kitty litter in the trunk of my car. IT’S NOT THAT WEIRD, I SWEAR. I did a bit of research, because a couple of years ago my car got stuck in snow, and 5 of my lovely friends and I who were on the trip together had to dig it out. It might have helped if we had something to throw down that would have given the tires some traction! Of course, salt is overall better as it will both melt snow AND create traction, but there are some environmental impacts associated with winter salt usage  – here’s more info so you don’t think I’m completely crazy.


Are you excited for winter? How do you prepare yourself/house/vehicle for inclement weather?

Stay safe — happy holidays!



G.A.W. Travel: We Went to Portland!

Or: There & Back Again: A Roadtripper’s Tale

 So, A and I took a roadtrip, and it was amazing/exhausting/awesome…let’s call it amaustsome.

Bloggers note: I’ve decided to not even waste your time addressing my absence, and instead just jump into my awesome adventure.

I had been thinking it was about time for us to have a little escape from the daily grind, and A has this not-so-secret interest in the fine city of Portland. So, we hatched a plan to drive North to the hipster capitol of the world City of Roses and enjoy the sights along the way.

We were in Portland for less than 24 hours, but I’m telling you, I’m already in love with it. The sights, the sounds, the smells (good and not so awesome); they all come together to make this perfect big city/small town feel love child.

We took off early as hell on Friday morning a week or two ago, and drove in an upwards direction, stopping off in Redding, CA for a much needed big ass breakfast at Deja Vu.

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Bearded A, flanneled up and prepared for Portland

The service was amazing, and the food was even better. I had a mushroom omelet with a big warm cup of tea, and A had a breakfast scramble with a peach smoothie. It was perfect road tripping food, as we didn’t really have to stop for food for the rest of the trip! They also have a little cafe attached to the full restaurant where they serve coffee and tea drinks to go as well as a host of delicious looking pastries.

I’ve neglected to mention that at this time, I had a full on monster head cold, and A being the champion that he is, dealt with my sneezy, nose blowing, whiney, tea drinking, omg-please-stop-I-have-to-pee self. In the car. For 12 hours. The man is a saint.


We took turns driving  – I took the first and last portions of the trip, and A drove the majority of the middle – i.e. the really pretty, but otherwise fairly boring bits – sorry, babe. Along the way, not far North of Redding we drove past the beautiful monstrosity that is Mt. Shasta. Obviously, I took about 2 million photos, but here’s my personal favorite…

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I’ve been told that one of the ideal places to view Mt. Shasta is from McCloud which is this really picturesque town south of the mountain, but this picture was taken just north of Weed, CA, so you try telling me that this isn’t a great view.

There are so many gorgeous sights throughout this particular drive – A really enjoyed the sights between Lake Shasta and Medford, OR, as there were tons of gorgeous trees and hills full of lush green leaves, in addition to the autumn colors present. It almost felt like miniature New England in some spots.

We, of course, stopped off in Grant’s Pass at the Grant’s Pass Caveman – I couldn’t help it. I’m a sucker for a good roadside attraction, and there are few things that scream roadside attraction better than a gigantic fiberglass caveman.

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After Grant’s Pass I don’t remember much, as I was in a bit of a sleep induced blur. We stopped a couple of hours outside of Portland, and I took the wheel once more, and completed our ascent into Portland.

We stayed at the Hotel Vintage Plaza in Downtown Portland – perfect for walking around everywhere as we did both that night and the following day. The room was perfect – comfortable, with lots of great little amenities, plus wine tasting in the lobbying the evenings, coffee/tea in the mornings, awesome friendly staff and a pretty great restaurant (Pazzo Ristorante) that provides room service!

We arrived, checked in, and went up to our room for a quick rest, refresh and RedBull (the 3 R’s, obvi), before heading out to check out some of the local bars and restaurants!

I (true to form) did a bit of research before we left, and found out about these “pods” of food carts/trucks that are located around the Portland area (more info here).

As there was a bit of a wait at our first stop, we wandered around the neighborhood to find something to nibble on. Lo and behold we happened upon the Alder Street Food Cart Pod, and acquired what I can only describe as the best Lamb Gyro I’ve ever had in my life from the gyro stand on the corner of SW Alder & SW 9th. Seriously. The best. I wish I had a picture to show you, but A and I destroyed that thing. A giant gyro and a water to share and a baklava for A came out to $8. A steal!

Our next stop was one of A’s favorite places on the whole trip – the Multnomah Whiskey Library. This place doesn’t mess around – all of the servers are bartenders and are required to know their spirits. With a collection of 850 types of whiskey, plus gins, vodkas, and all manner of wines – it’s clear from quality of the service, food & drink that these folks know their stuff. We shared oysters and sipped on excellent drinks prepared by a mustachioed man in old school bartender attire. It was delightful – definitely worth the wait!

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We also visited Swine Bar (the bar portion of Swank & Swine) not far away from MWL, and greatly enjoyed the “Bacon Cheesecake” and a few delicious cocktails. Finally, we topped off the night with a glass of wine/Manhattan and a big slice of Tiramisu ordered from Pazzo Ristorante as room service! It was an excellent first night in Portland, albeit an incredibly long day!

The next morning, we bundled up and walked to a place we had heard LOTS about — Voodoo Doughnut! And let me tell you, it lived up to the hype.

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We also heard from one of the staff members at our hotel that Blue Star Donuts is the locals’ donut of choice. While I can’t speak to the validity of that, I checked out their website/instagram and they look equally legit. If we had more than 24 hours in Portland, you can bet we would have checked them out too!

Anyways, we took our giant pink box of donuts (in and of itself, the pink box is brilliant marketing; no less than 10 people over the course of the morning stopped A and myself to ask how close they were to Voodoo) and made our way to the Portland Saturday Market, where we walked along the river, enjoyed the scenery and checked out all the cool arts & crafts on display. There were lots of delicious looking food carts/trucks – coffee, cider, elephant ears, and all various types of cuisines, plus beer and cider tasting!

We so enjoyed strolling about Portland that morning – fall was in the air, and the streets weren’t too terribly busy at all. A great way to start the day!


At that point, we checked out of our hotel, and drove out to check out Multnomah Falls, which is about 30-40 minutes East of Portland. This was the part of the trip that I would say, I was the most pumped up about. My mom and I had thought about visiting Multnomah on a previous trip, but weren’t able to due to timing constraints. Needless to say, the waterfall did not disappoint.


I mean, come ON.

Like I said – it was amazing. 620 feet of gorgeous cascading water. The autumn colors. The salmon on their grind in the river. We asked some poor fellow-tourist to half lean off the bridge so that we could have this perfect cheese-tastic picture (I not-so-secretly adore it).


I, of course, needed some sort of kitschy keepsakery from our time – so I ventured into the gift shop and emerged with a Christmas ornament and a huge jar of huckleberry jam for K (she’s hooked on it!).

The drive, BTW, between Portland and Multnomah is completely picturesque. Rolling hills, the lazy wind of the Columbia River Gorge; it’s breathtaking, and almost in and of itself makes the small trek worth it.

We made our way back to Portland, and ventured into Powell’s City of Books where we picked up a couple of fabulous autobiographies (A got Neil Patrick Harris’s Choose Your Own Biography and I picked up the majestic Amy Poehler’s Yes Please). I wish we would have had more time (and less hunger) to explore this store — a city block and 3 stories worth of reading material. It’s a book nerd’s dream.

For our final stop, we dropped in at Deschutes Brewery for a surprisingly remarkable burger and a beer, before hitting the road back home. But I’m serious about the food – we were expecting mid-level pub/bar fare, and were pleasantly surprised with a couple of really solid burgers.

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“Books, Burgers, and Brews” – I think I’m so clever – Just kidding, it was all A’s genius.

Despite our original plan to drive halfway home, rest, and then take the rest of the drive Sunday, we went beast mode and drove the whole way back. A took the first leg while I napped, and then I, fueled by Red Bull and the fire of my general stubbornness (plus the desire to save the $50 we’d otherwise throw down on a sleep & run hotel), made the rest of the trip.

Honestly, we had such a blast – Portland left a huge positive impression on us both that we won’t soon forget. I know we’ll be back – perhaps via plane next time though, so we have more time (and less road).

I would love to hear about some of your favorite road trips! What went well, what was a disaster; share your stories!!



G.A.W. Style Obsession: K’s Closet Tips

Or: Closet Organization: Part 1 of ??

Friends, I present to you, Guest  Blogger and my BFF, K (no, I couldn’t get rid of her – SORRYYYY… JK, K pleasedon’tleaveme.)

Welcome to the first part of this exciting new series. I am not sure how many parts will be in the series. The answer is: HOWEVER MANY IT DAMN-WELL TAKES. (Or however many times GAW will keep inviting me back).

So here’s the deal: You have too much crap crammed into that closet of yours. I know you do. And if you are anything like me and enjoy frequently bringing new items home, this means that at some point, the older stuff needs to leave. It’s just science.


The key to having an organized and usable closet is to only display currently wearable items that you love. And now you are thinking: Who are you and what do you know? You have more crap that you don’t need than any of us. Yes, you’re right. I probably do. However, I have recently gotten better at this “purging” component so hopefully my advice will help you not be as much of a hoarder.

So now let’s talk about your closet.

Step 1:

For starters, to tackle this project, you have to be in the right state of mind. You  know what I’m talking about. You have to be in a “chucker” mode. You have to set aside a decent amount of time. You don’t have to do this all at once, but you will still want to give yourself at least a couple of hours to get it going. Also, avoid any distractions/pitfalls. I recall a certain time GAW had strong ambitions of cleaning out her closet one evening, only to be thwarted by a bottle of wine…Yellow Tail I suspect. (K, YOU SAY THAT LIKE IT’S A BAD THING–GAW).Don’t be like that. 


Step 2:

Pull everything out of your closet that is not immediately wearable. This means things that are not wearable for the current season (think pea coats in summer), things that do not fit, or things that you just generally don’t wear. Take all that crap and dump it on your bed (clean off any cat hair first). See, don’t you feel better already?

Step 3:

Here comes the fun (not fun) part. Go through items both on your bed and remaining in your closet one at a time. Try them on if you must. You will be putting each thing into one of four piles: Toss, Donate, Sell, Keep.

Toss: Anything damaged, ripped, stained or otherwise unwearable. Ask yourself, would you buy this at a second hand store in its current condition? If not, throw it out.

Donate: Anything that shows some wear, but overall looks pretty good. Pro Tip: Find a charity you are passionate about to donate to. For me, that is animal charities.

Sell: Anything in excellent or like-new condition. (Come back next time for some tips for selling your used clothes)

Keep: Awesome, good condition, items that you will wear. These items should make you feel amazing and confident when you wear them.

Step 4:

Take anything you’ve decided to keep that is out of season, or doesn’t currently fit and find somewhere else to put it besides hanging in your closet. If you have a guest bedroom closet where you can store stuff, great. If not, consider storing it in boxes either under your bed, on high shelves of your closet, or tucked away on the floor of your closet. I really love these canvas boxes from IKEA. I also recommend throwing a couple of moth ball packets in these boxes to prevent these items from looking like swiss cheese next time you grab them.  

Let’s talk about that stuff that doesn’t fit you right now.

#RealTalk. Accept the fact that some stuff from your past is probably not going to fit you again. And that’s okay. We can’t all be walking around being our scrawny 18 year old selves. It’s not right. Over time, filling out a bit is going to happen, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I don’t want to live in a society where all adult women are built like Kiera Knightly. No thank you please. With that in mind, don’t be afraid to let go of stuff that is too small. Think about this: if you ever become thin again, you will want to go buy yourself a new wardrobe anyways instead of wearing your old crap. Now go back through that “too small” pile and get rid of more stuff.

I know that some people say don’t keep anything that doesn’t currently fit you, but I disagree with that. I am guilty of letting my weight vary and subsequently going up and down a size or two in each direction. I found that it works for me to hold on to the items I really love that are 1 size bigger or smaller. However, it is important to only keep nice, quality items that you like. Get rid of cheap crappy stuff that doesn’t look that good anyways. I will condone holding onto things like nice jeans, dresses you really love, etc. For example, if I put on a few pounds after the holidays, I like to be able to find a pair of jeans that fit me, without having to go to the store and waste a bunch of money. So I say: keep items you really love if they are within in attainable size. I’m talking one size difference from your current size.


Now that everything too big, too small, or out of season is hidden from view, you should be feeling a lot better. When you look in your closet, you should be presented only with things that you could wear in the immediate future. Also, you should have a big pile of toss, donate and sell items. Good job. Now go have some wine.