The 30 Skirt Challenge

This weekend, whist changing my clothes around for the ensuing doom weather change, I took a little inventory of my closet. And you know what I found?!?! Go on. Ask me. Ask me what I found.

Well, funny you should ask. I found 35 skirts! 35 SKIRTS!!! (!!!!) And that doesn't include the 15 that I kissed good-bye until May.

Is this normal? How many skirts do you have? Maybe I'm getting prematurely hopped up. Maybe you have 100 skirts and are in the market for another 50 because "you don't have any thing to wear." Maybe you just read about my total 50 skirts and thought, "Where's the beef?"

Hmmmmm.

Whatever.

I have 35 skirts hanging in my closet!

That's enough skirts to wear a different one every day of the month and still have change left over.

And then my cogs started turning. They were rusty and they creaked, but they turned nonetheless. And because I love a good challenge, I says to myself, "Self, could you wear one skirt everyday for a month?" And I answers myself, "Self, hells yes I can!" And then I says to myself, "You know, talking to yourself is not a sign of mental stability." And I answers myself, "No, it's fine. As long as you don't answer yourself."

And just then my water broke and I gave birth to The 30 Skirt Challenge.Which is a pretty obvious clever name.

If I do say so myself.

And I do say so myself.

Being that it's November 1st, what better time to kick-off this ridiculous kick-arse challenge?!? Everyday during the month of November, I will reach into the bowels of my closet, withdraw one of those skirts, and shake it like a Polaroid picture.

But wait! "You have 35 skirts not 30, Emily!"

First of all, shut it because nobody likes a know-it-all.

Second of all, for the sake of the thirty days in November, I'm tossing out five skirts to make it a clean and easy month. Literally. I threw away five skirts.

Third of all, no, this is not morphing before your very eyes into a fashion blog. I just love randomness above all else. And I like to have fun. And take challenges. And I also like kittens. But that's not important right now. I won't make a big deal of it and it will not take the place of my regular word vomit posting. Just one little picture. Every day. For a month. I feel tired all of a sudden.

Fourth of all, even on Saturdays when I'd rather be wearing leggings or better yet, no pants, I'm going to don a skirt.

Fifth of all, enough talky. Without further adieu, I give you, numbero uno.
Smile! This is supposed to be fun!

And while I'm on the subject, anybody doing The Eyebrow Challenge? I've heard from a few, but anyone else need moral support? There's plenty of room on my ample bosom for you to rest your under-plucked head.