As the third week of my wardrobe challenge draws to a close, I have a bundle of feelings and none of them are good. Mostly I’m feeling bored, frustrated and ready to abandon the challenge.
I’m getting exceptionally tired with wearing the same items over and over. I’m sick of the sight of my capsule wardrobe and I am so looking forward to the end of these thirty days so that I can go back to being creative and adventurous with my dressing. I’m so fed up with having to set up the ironing board every couple of days to make sure that I have enough clothes pressed ready for work. I’m just over it.
The ironic thing is, there’s nobody holding me accountable except myself. It’s not like I’m doing this challenge for anyone but me. There’s no external arbiter telling me that I have to keep on going, and yet I am loath to abandon the challenge before the 30 days are up. Not because I feel like I’d be letting anyone down, but because I’m so darn stubborn. I don’t want to give up before the end because it feels like a failure.
This week I had the additional challenge of dressing for a convention. I attended the Sexpo convention in Melbourne on Saturday and I had a really tough time choosing something to wear. I wanted to feel comfortable but I also hoped to draw confidence from my outfit choice. I knew that I’d be meeting lots of like-minded people at the convention and I wanted to look awesome. I had to break the rules and wear a pair of Converse sneakers, because none of the footwear in my capsule wardrobe was going to cut it for an entire day on my feet. I ended up in jeans and a tee shirt, and in hindsight I wish I’d worn a skirt because I was so freakin’ hot after a full day of walking, shopping and socializing.
In a tiny way, having less to choose from did save a bit of time when I was selecting an outfit for Sexpo. Often when I’m dressing for an event, I have a habit of getting caught up in all the different options, considering what image and mood I want to project. It’s almost like deciding which version of myself I want to be, as though my outfits are costumes I can slip in and out of. Without a wardrobe full of potential options, I had to go out stripped of my armour and just wear something relatively plain. I felt oddly vulnerable stepping out without a carefully chosen outfit, but ultimately the day was amazing and I met so many awesome people.
I am definitely looking forward to the end of this challenge, but I’m determined to tough it out for another week. I think with some grit and careful planning, I can get through.
You’ve done so well to make it this far, Ness, and I’ve been loving your updates!
Oh thank you so much! It was difficult but I’m glad I persisted.