For my third year in a row, I’m attempting the month-and-a-half of figurative pain that is the Six Items Challenge (exactly what it sounds like. Choose six items of clothing from your wardrobe and wear them, and only them, for six weeks).
I’m totally kidding. I mean, I am doing the challenge, but I wouldn’t be doing it for the third year in a row if it was the smelly, repetitive, restrictive chore that you’d assume it would be. And this isn’t like pregnancy, if you’re wondering. You know, where the woman invariably says to her partner in the throes of labour pain that this is IT, it’s the very last time, she’s NEVER EVER doing this again, better get used to the idea of having just the one kid. And then she meets the child, is flooded with clever hormones made to make her forget her suffering, and two years later she’s re-impregnated.
Okay, I went off on a tangent, but my point is there are no sneaky hormones involved here and therefore I was actually fully in control of my faculties when I decided to once again wear six items of clothing for six weeks. Here are the reasons I’d do such a thing;Read More