I did it. I wore my levis.
There is the proof. I had full intentions of wearing dresses the whole time while in San Fransisco, but upon my inspection of the itinerary, I realized that our jaunt out to Alcatraz doing a night tour, might take some real creativity for me to stay warm and stay in a dress. After Lottie's unplanned surgery only days before our departure and spending one of those days in a hospital room, my foggy brain couldn't or wasn't willing, to try and figure it out, so I caved and threw in a pair of levis just in case I couldn't come up with a warm enough outfit amongst the dresses and leggings I loaded into my suitcase.
Needless to say, our trip was incredible. We saw some really awesome things: Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman's Wharf, and the Winchester Mystery House. All were fabulous. I got to see the hard work and dedication of teenagers pay off, as they performed well at the Foothills College Heritage Music Festival, but I think what impressed me most were the kids - good kids, fun kids, a diverse group of kids - who all came together to perform, to represent our little high school, and to form friendships that might not have existed at home. So fun was had by all!
My only disappointment was those damned jeans.
I must confess, I did enjoy the ease and comfort of wearing them while shivering on a beautiful beach for hours (aren't Cali beaches supposed to be warm?). I was grateful for them during our night tour of Alcatraz (those cement walls hold no heat, I tell you). I also ended up wearing them our last night at an amusement park where we partied until midnight. I was happy that I had packed them, but disappointed that I had ruined my streak of dress wearing.
Another confession: Although grateful to be wearing jeans, I missed my dresses. In jeans, I felt like one of the masses - not that I am looking to stand out, necessarily. It just felt, kind of, well, blah. This was not the emotion I had planned on having once I allowed myself to pull on my pants again. I had figured I would be elated, relieved, or like a child getting on his/her favorite carnival ride, thrilled, but my surprise reaction was disappointment.
Although I didn't make it a whole year solely wearing dresses, I think wearing my levis for a day or two was more helpful in my quest than not. I realized that I like wearing my dresses (for now) more than I thought and that it's fun to not be one of the masses - at least not all the time. So, the dress wearing continues, maybe not all the time, wholly, but as much as possible. I feel like I am still learning some things about myself through this process and that wearing pants again isn't the grand prize at the end. I feel like more of an individual and creative by continuing, so I will carry on while allowing myself a little leeway here and there without feeling guilty.
I also finally got the chance to wear my red and white polyester dress I made over a month ago. That made me happy! Doesn't it go well with my dream car?