So I’m halfway through the sixperiment and I’m managing. It hasn’t been quite as soul-destroying as I thought it might be, and there is a certain simplicity to it that I am embracing. That’s the upside.
I will admit, however, (on the downside) to being sick to death of the long-sleeved black t-shirt. This isn’t the exact item, but you get the idea:
Weekends are the worst. I wore the dbt (dreaded black t) everyday last weekend. I’ve accessorized. I’ve layered. I’ve belted. But at the end of the day, it’s still a black long-sleeved t-shirt and once this little exercise is over with, I’ll be more than happy to see it out with the Thursday trash, thank you very much.
Day 15 and counting.
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