Playing the sustainability card a little, in amongst my op-shopping sprees, I have decided to do some tag-team dressing for an undisclosed amount of time. It may mean less washing than everything prior to this on the blog has occassioned, as it means wearing things a little longer before they hit the laundry basket. So from today until, well, whenever, I am taking one item from each outfit into the next day—like a game-show's carry-over champion. I think it will be fun and make me look at my wardrobe in yet another light. Hope you enjoy it too.
I learned something about myself this week. I'm apparently less easy to embarrass than I have been in the past. Maybe it's from posting pictures of myself on the internet in some quite ridiculous outfits for two hundred and fourty-six days, maybe it's that I just don't care; maybe I feel more comfortable. I have this ongoing day-time vision of walking through the control room floor at work in my crazy shoes and BANG! just hitting the deck because I have twisted an ankle or turned a foot. I did it! In my sneakers. One minute I felt the little catch on the carpet, next minute I was flat on my back looking up at work colleagues and lamenting a broken nail. No blushes, no anxiety attack. It was quite comfy down there. Now. Now is a different matter. I may be more psychologically able to take a fall but my muscles and bits are hurting like hell. At least I don't have to fear the vision anymore, and I am more justified to wear heels—sneakers are dangerous.
Who wore it better?
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