Final Prep Day

So the challenge begins tomorrow. Last night I managed to bail and my right leg is all scratched up. Frick. However, I've picked out my perfect first day dress. You'll get the details on that tomorrow. The only problem is that I'd ideally prefer not wearing tights with it. I suppose I'll decide in the morning with that one. Today's post will be short but soon enough things will get a bit more interesting hopefully.

The Count is Done!

Alright, so I've officially hit 55 dresses. I double checked and counted today. Out of those, I have one prom dress, one bridesmaid dress, two dresses that definitely don't fit properly anymore, and at least five LBDs. How am I going to manage this? I have no freaking clue. I'm currently sitting around in shorts and a t-shirt dreading taking them off to go out into the rain. To go out in a dress, especially if it gets cold like people are predicting... well, let's avoid that thought until the time comes. I suppose I should explain the stakes if I haven't already:
If I complete the challenge, three of my friends, Sara, Jessie, and Helena, are each baking me a pie. If I fail, then I bake each of them a pie. Seems like a simple enough thing but really, I'm too competitive to look at this and think that I might fail. What this really comes down to in my opinion is bragging rights. Prepare for a photo tomorrow showing exactly what my dress wardrobe looks like!
Signing off-

Pre-Official Count: The Reason Why

Hello to anyone reading. My challenge begins on Feb. 1st. I own 55 dresses and will wear one per day. Yes, this is a horrible way of advertising my borderline obsession. People will think I'm crazy for owning so many pieces of clothing. However, dresses are one of those things that make me feel like myself. This was a challenge that started as a joke when one of my friends, Helena discovered my number. The joke soon became a challenge that I should wear one dress per day (yes, this includes my prom dress). I have to try to balance, work, school, exercise, and a social life while resisting the desire to wear super lazy clothes.
I'll get into the stakes at a later date but for now, you may want to know the entire reason why I agreed to this. For the first reason, I have a hard time turning down a challenge. For the second, I'm having difficulty living my life. I feel like it's all getting away from me and I have zero control. Something like this I can have complete control over. If I fail, it's my fault. If I succeed, it's because nobody interfered (intentionally or not). I finally get to take complete control over something. Tomorrow the official count of dresses begins. Sunday, the rules are explained. Monday, it all begins...