I know what you’re thinking. Was day 365 the end? Is it all over? Was Katie a ghost all along and I see dead people (yes. The answer is yes)?
Well, it’s not over. I just needed a blogging break. Not having to take a photo of myself everyday is awesome. The amount of makeup I apply has plummeted, I spend even more time in my jammies and I’ve worn the same thing constantly.
So what have I been up to? I dressed up as a convict for a crime party.
I dressed up fancy pants for a fancy restaurant.
I spent large amount of time patting my animals.
I cleaned out my wardrobe. A bit.
I discovered Cindy is terrified of the plastic tiger. Who knows why?
Oh, and I wrapped up 12 weeks of boot camp and went from getting a 4.5 on the beep test to a 7.1. BOOM.
No really, its definitely, officially over. I’ve worn something new from my wardrobe, everyday for a year (and then some, thanks to my poor date/time skills). The only items that were repeated were skirts and shorts/ pants, because I have more tops than bottoms and I am not Lady Ga Ga. And I barely, barely slipped up and bought anything. Let’s not dwell on that time I bought that skirt. Other than that, not shopping for a year wasn’t that hard. I think I may have broken my shopping habit!
I decided to end on one of my favourite dresses, a late 1950s shirt-waister. I love the material, the shape, the collar, the buttons, the pattern… it’s pretty amazing.
So, what would you like to see happen next with this blog? Shall I keep posting? Should I just dedicate it to pictures of my cats? Would you like me to get off your internets? Let me know.
So on Monday I started this failsafe diet to help with my migraine, as recommended by a dietician. Erm, no. My body thrives on junk food. I got a migraine within hours and it lasted for days – in fact that’s why I’m only just catching with the blog. The idea of looking at a screen made me want peel my eyes out. I put on this sacklike outfit to visit the doctor and beg her for delightful pain meds.
Let’s also pretend I’m wearing my wedding rings (don’t worry, they are just off getting replated/ cleaned). I feel like this is something Taylor Swift would wear, and that’s what drew me to it. The girl may be annoying, but she has some pretty dresses and I appreciate that I have no idea what her butt cleavage looks like, unlike many other pop stars. Seriously, Rhianna. It’s called a shirt. Look into it.
Ah, the joys of a fully functioning gas stove. Isn’t it glorious? I spent my Saturday in a very 80s outfit, creating the most decadent cupcakes known to man. Chocolate brownie with Russian caramel icing. So incredibly tasty it’s outrageous.
Apparently you don’t eat meat on Good Friday – how did I miss this in my religious upbringing? I’ve read the Bible multiple times! Anyway, because of this I attended an awesome make-your-sushi evening at a friends and in sticking with the fish theme, wore my favourite sailor dress.
Hello five day weekend, and thank you night shift ensuring me a day off today. I spent the day traversing around the city visiting a dietician in an effort to help my migraines. She basically said I can never eat anything I enjoy again…. No, really. Google the Failsafe diet and that’s what I’m on. Shoot me now.
I tend to wear this dress to job interviews and other important engagements – it’s says fun but professional, yes? Ok, maybe not. But people keep hiring me in it! I didn’t have a job interview today, but as I near the end of the challenge I’m whipping out everything left that is work appropriate. There’s not much to go…
I count this dress among some of my favourite finds. I found it at a little market on my second visit to Melbourne for just $10. I didn’t have time to try it on and sort of hoped the waist would fit, but it fit perfectly and now I wear it basically every week… until I started this challenge. Stupid challenge.