I am, what I like to refer to as, in transition. I’m not talking about moving from Winter to Spring, I’m talking about moving to a slower, more mindful closet. There hasn’t been one major “a-ha” moment that pushed me into this new fashion direction, it has been many small things all leading me along the same path. A few years ago I watched the documentary, The True Cost. This was one of the first times I truly understood the…
As I’m writing this, the snow is falling and the ground is white. Mother Nature clearly isn’t ready for me to come out of my Winter hibernation quite yet. As much as I love a cozy night in by the fire, I am longing for ease that comes with warmer weather. I can’t wait for when we can just throw on some sandals and head out the door for a day of fun outside with the kids. It’s easy to…
My body is not for others to judge. My body does not determine my worth. I can be both content and working on myself at the same time. Women of all sizes can have insecurities about their bodies. My soft stomach is not something I need to hide. Skinny doesn’t equal healthy. Loving women with different bodies then my own doesn’t mean I have to hate my body. Real women have curves and don’t. Have big boobs, small boobs, no…
I did it! I finally have some fab items listed for sale on my secondary Instagram page @jenpistorcloset ! So what will you find over there? A few different things. Gently worn items, right from my closet, that either no longer fit me and/or spark joy and are in need of a new home. T-shrits from my previous gig (pre twins). Before I had my twins, I had a t-shirt line and online shop. I’m sitting on a…
If you follow me on social media, you may know I have been doing some major purging to my wardrobe. The absolute best thing that has come from this purge is that I have been finding myself falling in love with some old favourites again. I bought this handmade, silk kimono when I was vacationing in Maui with my husband. This was pre-children…hence the silk, and hence the term vacation;). I love everything about it. I can smell the Hawaii…
