The half way post

So, this is it. My official halfway post. Despite my general lack of self discipline I am delighted to report that, regardless of the posting drought that has thwarted the winter months, I remain true to my challenge and have not been tempted by even the shiniest of pretty things. I am officially proud of myself.

Over the last few days I have been getting back into the general swing of blog thinking and am trying to remember to have my photo taken each day. Unfortunately I am finding myself falling foul of the photo phobic tendencies which plagued my early blogging days. Rest assured I am not suffering photophobia, merely an aversion to having my photo taken. Sadly this has also been accompanied by a sprinkling of short term memory loss and between these two afflictions I have forgotten to have two days of pictures taken. This in itself would be sufficient to send an individual of weak spirit into a decline, however I must report that the situation is worse than it may first appear. I forgot to have a photo taken on New Year's Eve which was the half way point of my entire blog. So you will be forced to visualise my resplendent self in my blue, rehemmed Topshop dress, animal coat (natch) and nude shoes.

Day 183 (I think) a little New Years' Eve Eve drink. It's all about the animal coat at the moment

The day before New Years Eve I did manage to remember to have a photo taken which is a boon. Again I am sad to report abject failure on New Years Day, however I feel this may represent somewhat of a public service I cannot profess to have achieved high personal standards of dress at any point. In fact suffice a short trip out for lunch I spent the majority of the day ensconced in a blanket, nursing a cup of English Breakfast and pondering the potential for hair of the dog. Not my finest moment I am sure you will agree. Today however, I am proud to announce that I did have a photo taken and I think it is day 186.

Day 186 (I think): pretty casual for a little wander about town with Nina

The most notable piece of news from the last couple of days is my visit to the cobbler. I managed to get two pairs reheeled and have put my flat black boots into intensive care, Tuesday is D-Day so we shall see what can be done. Sorry, I never said it was going to make the front page.

Half way feels a bit of a milestone, although I always knew I was of competitive spirit, I am not sure I ever really expected to get this far. Whilst some have said this is a ridiculously easy challenge and some in fact suspect they may have already done something like this without noticing, for me it is hard. To a certain extent, buying something new for every occasion has, as discussed become the norm for most of us. What has surprised me, probably the most is the relative ease with which I have been able to cease this. Save for a few notable occasions, for the most part I spent much of the initial period quite happily sailing along, only pausing to marvel at the sheer volume of opportunity that my wardrobe held. It has only been in the last few weeks as seams have started to strain that I have begun to feel genuine concern at the months ahead. If we call the last 6 months an education, I fear the next may become somewhat of a burden as I endeavour to maintain an air of professionalism amongst a sea of greying skinny jeans. As I stretch for the home dye kit I leave you to settle into 2011.