Hi, World!
Some of you may know me from my other tumblr, (Mis)Adventures With Celiac Girl. The creation of this blog won’t affect my other blog. I started this blog to catalogue a year-long experiment that I’m doing. On New Year’s Eve (12.31.2011) I left New York to travel to Africa for a week and a half journey that changed my life in more ways than one. While I was in Kenya, we were expected to dress modestly and to cover up as much skin as we possibly could due to the conservative culture and the bright equatorial sun.
While I was there, I wore only skirts (with the exception of pajama pants). It occurred to me that it felt right to be covered up. I remembered how much I liked being covered up, and resolved to spend as much of the next year wearing skirts as I could. I used to believe that wearing skirts was a throwback to a time when women had fewer rights, and that skirts interfered in my ability to do things.
While I was in Kenya, we were in and out of a monster-sized cargo bus, and we crossed a river on foot twice. I was the first person into the van on many an occasion, and the first person across the river, even in my skirts. I realized that I could do anything in a skirt and that being in Africa in skirts was going to be much harder than being in the United States in skirts.
I decided that I needed to give modesty a full-time, adult trial, and I planned on going to my church’s thrift store the day after I got back to the US to buy long, modest skirts. Since I got back in January (cold and wintery), I wore jeans to the thrift store. It felt wrong as soon as I put them on (and I used to live in jeans), and so far, with the exception of New Year’s Day (when I was still traveling through wintery areas) and the hour I spent in jeans while buying skirts, I’ve worn skirts for the entire duration of the New Year. (The Thrift Store was a total success, by the way- I bought 6 long, modest skirts for $17.50!)
This is my experiment:
Wear only skirts, dressing as modestly as possible.
Leggings will be worn under skirts in winter, and possibly in summer-we’ll see, and they do not count as pants, because leggings are not pants.
Pajamas don’t count (I sleep in sweatpants because my room is in a basement and anything else is too cold).
Blog regularly about modesty and outfits.
At the end of the year, I’ll decide whether or not I want to spend the majority of the rest of my life in skirts, and write a more substantial piece on my thoughts on modesty in contemporary American culture.
Come along with me on this adventure!
I look forward to see where this adventure takes you! I’ll be watchin’, and I’d love to see some of your modest outfits(: God bless!