Obviously, I am a very poor blogger.

Since last I posted...

I went to Buenos Aires for ten days in October, packed only in a carry-on bag.  I brought everything I could possibly have needed to wear through torrential rains, dancing two or three milongas a day, going to a concert at Teatro Colòn and Museo Evita.  I only had to buy a pair of flip-flops, when tango-induced foot fatigue finally kicked in.  Note to self:  never travel without throwing in a pair of flip-flops.

When I got back home I immediately realized I missed that freeing travel feeling I love -- of knowing exactly what clothes I own, of combining them in different ways for variety, of all my clothes being so easy and so simple. 

Some lessons were learned from that Buenos Aires trip that will further inform my "rules" of clothes buying and makeup buying and jewelry buying.  For instance, sometimes really, really cheap jersey tops and wraps from Forever 21 are the greatest -- and that American Apparel racerback tank tops are brilliant!

I closed out 2012 with another massive closet clean-out, making notes of what I was getting rid of, and why.  I think I've finally gotten rid of everything I haven't worn in two years.  I had way too many duplicate-y separates.

Winter 2012-13 ended up being the season of my wearing three Hue mini skirts (black, grey, denim) with black footless tights and racerback tanks with Forever 21 cold shoulder tops or wraps over them, or else skinny black jeans on bottom.  My black high-heeled booties and my black leather motocross jacket got loads of play.  If it wasn't black, grey or blue it really didn't get worn by me this season.

Then my boyfriend and I went to Santa Fe during sub-freezing January weather.  Again, I packed only a carry-on.  Dark 501 jeans, a black cashmere turtleneck, black Frye biker boots, a cap and scarf and gloves, a black tank top, a colorful Desigual skirt and a pair of black Wolford thigh-highs got me through three days of photographing and nice dinners out -- and I came home without wearing the pair of light leopard print jeans and oatmeal v-neck sweater I'd also brought along.  I wore my light down jacket on the plane.  Easy.

Now I'm looking ahead to spring and summer.  I can feel it already:  if it's not white or khaki or light, watery blue, I probably won't be wearing it.  Images of "Out of Africa" and "King Solomon's Mines" are already dancing in my head.  Now, if I can just find the perfect khaki cargo skirt...