For the month of January I have resolved to give up… pants.
No, I’m not becoming a nudist. I am committing, for 30 days, to trade in my jeans, leggings, sweats, cords and trousers for bottoms of a prettier variety: namely, dresses and skirts.
“It’ll be fun,” I tell myself. “Different! Like, a whole new me!”
I have since come to realize that it will be hard. Maybe not as much fun as I’d first thought. Actually, it’s going to suck.
There are surely more important things I could have chosen to give up — things that would make me healthier and less anxious. Like afternoon Nespressos, late-night shoe shopping, 2am email-answering, wine. But, as frequently as I partake in all of those activities, there is just one thing my husband and daughter jointly agreed I could never, ever, in a million years give up for a month straight, and it was pants.
The gauntlet was thrown. “Ha! I’ll show you guys!” I said. (That was back when I thought it would be fun.)
I mean, it’s not a matter of life and death. But there are many, many reasons the mere thought of it gives me anxiety. Such as:
- I’m a jeans girl. I wear jeans or something very much like them 364 days a year.
- The one day per year that I wear a dress is usually mid-summer, when I’m feeling beachy and well-tanned, and it’s still a novelty.
- I don’t like my knees.
- I don’t actually know how to dress myself in skirts, from a styling perspective (which, practically speaking, will probably add 30 minutes to my already harried mornings).
- I have a go-to look, and it does not involve bare legs.
- I get cold very easily.
- I don’t actually own many skirts or dresses, barring ones I wear to weddings or cocktail parties. Not so good, say, for 8am school drop-off.
But, all that that said, I do have high hopes that giving this pant-less thing a try might add some actual value to my life. Like:
- It is possible that boyfriend jeans are not appropriate for every occasion.
- I may get insights on social behavior. Years ago, when I changed my hair color from blonde to brunette, I noticed how differently people treated me. I’m wondering if it’s the same with dresses, and if so, if people will be nicer.
- I wouldn’t mind being one of those women who can rock sneakers or booties with skirts and not look ridiculous. But I need practice.
- Sex appeal. My husband will think it’s sexy, at least. He told me so.
- Productive discomfort. The literal and figurative awkwardness of this experiment will force me out of my comfort zone and help me develop some positive new personality traits. (One can dream).
- A bigger wardrobe. My late night shopping habit is about to get a reinvention.
So, wish me luck, pants-wearers of the world. And send tips my way, dress-lovers. My knees thank you in advance.
Follow Jenna as she figures out skirts at @jennabriand.