Project: Clothesless.

Dear you.
I decided that I am too materialistic about eight weeks ago.
I was reading Donald Miller and folding my sweaters and singing Sondre Lerche. It was not a very sweet epiphany. I even had a mini panic attack on my bedroom floor. I looked at what I was wearing. Some blouse and a pair of shorts and knitted purple tights. Then I looked at everything in my closet and armoire and the stack of sweaters I had just folded.
There was no way in the world that I needed all of it. There was no way in the world that I could wear all of it.
It was probably one of the worst feelings I have ever felt.
I saw naked little children in Afrika and orphans with only one dress in India and men in China who only had two shirts and women in Puerto Rico who had to sew everything they'd ever worn. And then I saw me. Some spoiled white girl in Oregon with too many blouses covered in flowers for her own good.
I realized I like shoes way too much.
And when I got to page 191 of Blue Like Jazz for the thousandth time, I knew what I had to do.
I have to be like Penny.
And so I'm going to.
This is a promise. So I can teach myself to love more important things than FIONI high heels. So I can feel more privileged and take less for granted. So I can test myself. So I can learn a lesson.

I have rules. I will post those later.

But right now, I need you.
I need accountability.
Your job, is to bombard me with letters, Bible Verses, encouragement, rebuke, and occasionally, if you notice my mittens have a hole in them, maybe you would be so kind to buy me a new pair.
Thank you dear friends.

It starts tomorrow. And lasts for 365 days. I left myself no grey areas. I made it hard. I need you.

No clothes.
No buying clothes for myself for an entire year.
I promise.
Love from her dressed up.