I’m doing this new project of late—it’s called Shopping My Closet.

It’s a step I have made in order to save some money, since my new Jeep is arriving any day now. It’s kind of a blessing that it’s showing up soon, since my minivan is basically one speed bump away from car hospice. No joke, the thing doesn’t even have heat. So yes, my Jeep is days away from my driveway, but what this means is that along with the exciting things like the heated steering wheel, the 90s on 9 and, you know, working heat, comes the less-than-exciting thing called car payments.

I’m trying to stay away from online shopping, since that’s usually my downfall. Oh, what’s that? Everything on sale at J.Crew is 40% off, so obviously I need to buy two sweaters, some socks, a belt. They are basically giving them away. Basically. So, I used that unroll.me thing to redirect all of my online shopping notifications to a place that’s not front and center in my inbox, and since my goal is to not leave my house unless absolutely unavoidable until May, I haven’t visited any malls yet this year.

So, I’m shopping in my closet. I’m finding sweaters I haven’t seen in years.

And shirts and pants and skirts and dresses.

It’s like having brand-new clothing, but no VISA bills to apologize for.

But I’m not the only one playing in there. My girls have been trying on all of my wordly belongings, including my tallest and most uncomfortable shoes and my wedding dress, so they can play Fashion Week and Pageant and my Best Friend’s Wedding.

“OMG, Mama, I totally pull off YOU better than YOU do!”

And she does. She really, really does.

But there’s no way she’s getting to drive the Jeep.