The uniform project is great so far! I’ve been carrying out my mission to not have to think about my clothing since about mid-December (I always get big ideas at the end of a year and then I can’t resist starting early).
The project is related to my #DepthYear that I’m focusing on this year – saving money and staying close to home and the things I already have. Know what I have a lot of? Black dresses.
I LOVE black dresses. I love LBDs that are barely decent and long heavy dresses that make me look like I’m escaping a cult. I like clingy sexy V-neck dresses and wide tent dresses. If it’s black and somewhat fits, I like it.
(Well, most of the time I like all black dresses. I actually sent an email to Wool&, offering to take them up on their offer of a free Rowena dress if you would document wearing it every day for 100 days in a row (wash and dry overnight when needed, which wool needs less than other fabrics). They sent me one. Sadly, I did not like it at all. I’m a 44 chest, and it’s not made for ladies with ladies. It looked more like a too-short, ill-fitting tunic. I sent it back, with regret. I was TOTALLY going to brag my face off about getting a free $128 dress and wearing the same thing for 100 days in a row. But nope.)
I just have one rule:
Until the heat of summer, when I’ll start wearing my lightweight summer dresses, I’m wearing a black dress/tunic every day.
I can dress it up or down any way I like. This is me the other day in layers.
The leggings are actually polka dot and the boots are Frye shimmer boots, but the picture doesn’t pick up on the AWESOMENESS of that combo. (I’m not allowed to buy new things this year, but that’s okay because I have so many great things already due to the online shopping habit that got me to the point of needing a uniform project).
Look, I just feel better when I look like a Unitarian witch skating on the edge of toddler-grandma style. Dresses are COMFY. You never have to suck in your belly! (Nor should you anyway! Your belly is soft and rad! We love your belly!) The only time I’m not wearing this uniform is when I’m at home or working out, when I’m in leggings and a T-shirt.
The uniform project makes me feel great. I finally feel like myself ALL THE TIME. I’m sturdy in my boots, unknockoverable. My belly is round and happy. My calves are happy. My body is mine.
And no one notices I’m wearing (almost) the same thing every day, because people don’t care what you wear. They really don’t. So sweetheart, let yourself be your favorite kind of you.