Oh lordy, there is something about having nothing to do that makes a girl busy. Once finals were said and done, there was quite an upswing in social events. So I haven't been on the ole Internet in a while.
Ok, 30 for 30 recap. First, let me say that I had fun. I was so much more creative than I normally am; too often I go for tried and true outfits and don't really challenge myself or push the boundaries of my closet and this was a good excuse to go for something new. This was undoubtebly the biggest lesson I learned: I am creative and dressing can be fun, if you just put a little extra thought into it.
More lessons: its ok to not love every outfit every day; people really don't notice if you wear the same 30 things all month long; nothing freshens up an outfit like a belt or vest; and, as with most things in life, less can definitely be more. Also, I'm not cut out to be a style blogger. Some days this felt like a chore. I'm still deciding what I want to do with this blog from here on out and welcome any suggestions.
The whole "no shopping" provision of the exercise was no trouble at all. While I do enjoy thrift shopping, this time of year affords no expendable income, so I probably wouldn't have done any shopping anyway. In fact, 5 days later, I still haven't stepped foot into Savers.
In sum, I kind of want to do a 30 for 30 all the time, I most certainly want to keep up with picture posts, though not exclusively of me doing goofy poses, and I (and my closet) am more creative than I thought.
An excellent way to start winter break.
You are right - no one notices the repeats!
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the no shopping rules, either - I guess because I don't shop much.
I would like to do the 30 for 30 all the time, too.
I'm glad you enjoyed the challenge.
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I want to keep doing the 30 in the future (all the time) also. I know it's a chore to post pics, but do it! Because I love getting ideas from you! :)
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading whatever direction you decide to take with your blog!
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