Yesterday I told you about my Closet Project. Now I have a confession to make. I totally cheated. Not long after posting I realized that I was going out for a Night on the Town (which you may get to hear more about this at a later date - TEASER: the night ended with my jacket stolen and my right foot all bloody! Whoa!) and that NONE of the clothes left to me were appropriate for a Night on the Town. I'm not kidding! I had, like, a semi-businessy blouse (the only one I own?), a dress that I can only wear with a shirt underneath it because it's all scandalous otherwise, and a black vest that I don't know what I'm going to do with at all. That's IT. And don't tell me I should have worn the dress with or without the scandalous-ness, because that just wasn't an option.
So I cheated.
I took an item of clothing out of my pile of "don't use again unless all other clothing has been worn" clothes when I had not yet worn all other clothing. And I wore it.
This is a picture of said pile. I know it actually doesn't look that big, but there's a month's worth of wear in that stack! That green skirt on top? That's the one I cheated with.
I am sorry. All the integrity of The Closet Project has been nullified in one fell swoop. I don't know what else to say.