I am challenging myself to wear a different outfit, every single day, for 35 days.
I have a small problem. I can wear the same clothes several days in a row, without taking them off for the night. Don't judge. But, since deciding to build the perfect wardrobe I also decided to challenge myself to create various different outfits and not wear the same thing over and over again. So this Sunday I played around with some of my clothes and was able to create 3 different outfits. Yes, I actually had some time to do this! Ha! I am actually not as busy as some people perceive me to be.. but lets stick to the subject at hand...
This white shirt and turquoise maxi skirt can be worn as is, simple and perfect for summer.. and for cooler weather it can be paired with a tied chambray shirt (or a cropped jean jacket which I'd love to add to my wardrobe) or this yellow cardigan and a brown skinny belt. Love the colors.
I've never been one to put "outfits" together. I mean, I put on a shirt and a skirt (or some times pants or a dress). That's my outfit. And like most women, I had a closet full of clothes with nothing to wear and wear the same outfits over and over. Yes, I'm a stay at home mom, so it's not like anyone ever sees me, but I would still like to look nice for myself. And I do go out and see people, I'm not chained to the wall lol. I go to church, bible study, grocery shopping, mops, play dates, mom dates, and, though not often enough, Mr. Chickadee does take me out on dates.
What has this mama been up to? I have been majorly decluttering our home!! Clothes and things just seem to accumulate over time and I start getting overwhelmed, stressed, and even some times depressed. In January, a friend posted something about a decluttering challenge and my interest was piqued. It was a challenge to get rid of 1 bag of stuff per day, for 40 days. The official challenge started on March 1st, but I wanted to start immediately and so I did. On January 5th, I started the challenge and here is my progress!
Walking up the stairs, I froze for
a second. I recognized his face from the photograph, but this was not the same
scrawny boy. I wondered how old the photo was that Andrey had showed me, because
Sergei – most certainly – did not look like he was a seventeen or eighteen
year old boy. This was a man. He was incredibly tall, well built, broad
shoulders, dark hair, and ample lips; he was very handsome. All of
a sudden I was nervous, he was not at all who I had expected. My heart
fluttered in its cage as I took a deep breath and walked right passed him.