My closet is whittling down day by day, as more and more boxes fill up; my goal is to just have a single suitcase's worth of stuff by the time we leave, and that's the stuff that I'll be wearing for the following three or four weeks (sigh; but hey, did it before, can do it again).

The fact that I have still not packed what are possibly two of the most impractical things that I own - a pair of thigh-high, super-high-heeled black suede boots and a jacket so fringey that it's practically a Cher costume - is pretty indicative of my priorities. Three whole weeks without thigh-high boots and fringe leather jackets are three sad weeks, indeed.

I've always had a thing for overalls, but it's more of a thing in theory than an actual thing. It's just so damn hard to find a pair that looks like...you know, like you're intentionally wearing overalls as opposed to "oops I was painting my house and forgot to change before coming over for dinner." I have this one pair from ninth grade that I drag out every once in awhile, put on, and then usually take right off again because they sort of look like I made a mistake.

Yesterday's rain made me grumpy, but you know what made me less grumpy? The arrival at my home of the most perfect overalls everrrr. These are slim-fitting but not super-tight, are a little '70s without feeling costume-y, and have slightly cropped legs that help out enormously when you're confronted with those April showers (no wet hems, hooray!). They make quite the springtime uniform, I think.

Oh, and you know where I picked up the rest of the outfit, which completely coincidentally happens to be the same brand as the overalls? At the Rebecca Minkoff sample sale that's happening over on Fifth Avenue right now. (Seriously, it's a total coincidence; I wasn't trying to do Minkoff From Head To Toe, it just happened.) I try to make it every year, because it is so good - and a great place to pick up spectacular Christmas presents at a spectacular price. You can find sample bags and shoes for fifty bucks (!), and about halfway through the run of the sale they do huge markdowns. Just FYI. (You should go.)

Packing - which, to me, translates to How Much Stuff Can I Possibly Get Rid Of And Still Live My Life - is, weirdly enough, one of my favorite things to do. The fact that anything that you don't toss or give away will have to be packed up and lugged long distances and then unpacked again is a pretty good motivator to force you to get rid of all that excess baggage, and also: it's just fun to go through all your things. Trips down memory lane and such.

I spent the weekend going through my closets and bringing bag after bag to Goodwill (PSA: if you're into thrifting, you should probably take a little trip up to the Elmsford Goodwill, because I dropped off some VERY good stuff), and rediscovered some old favorites that haven't seen the light of day in several years…and so I thought I'd break 'em out for our dinner with friends at a Chinese place in Hartsdale (we went despite the unfortunate name - Fantasy Cuisine - because of the Times review and because oooo soup dumplings).

The Old Stuff...

Outside our super-cute Air BnB in DKNY Sweatpants; Zara Blazer (similar); Loeffler Randall Clutch; Steve Madden Heels

When I was hosting the DKNY event a couple of weeks ago, I saw someone buying these cashmere sweatpants. And I stared at them for a minute, thinking "Ooh those are so cute," and then went straight to "No. They are CASHMERE SWEATPANTS. You are not allowed to own cashmere sweatpants."

Step away from the cashmere sweatpants.