The difficulty in the challenge for me is not coming up with new way to wear the same clothes. The challenge, for me, lies in getting dressed for 30 days.
Last night, I thought: "I should pick an outfit", but instead I watched Family Guy's spoof on James Bond (rather, I fell asleep while watching Big Bang Theory, and woke up during Family Guy).
When I got into bed and couldn't sleep after that, I thought: "I should pick an outfit". Instead, I decided to throw myself a pity party because, well, anything bad that happened during the week suddenly becomes my fault after 12:00 at night. You know, like my grandpa needing a hip replacement because I don't visit enough. Or my car's blower motor resistor going because I left a couple empty Starbucks cups in there. The logics - I don't have them.
It should have come as no surprise, then, that when I woke up to yet another "winter storm" (this time not a winter bomb, thankfully!!), my instinct was not: "I should pick an outfit" but "PAJAMA DAY!!!!"