This week, I hung up all the donated frocks I have recieved.
I’d had a stressful day at work and was feeling a tad overwhelmed; so I needed a orderly task to calm my brain.
Seeing all the frocks, I am amazed. How lucky have I been to get so many wonderful dresses from so many wonderful women?!
A spiritual moment….?
As I unpacked each frock, I recognised some of them – friends’ dresses from moments in time that I’d shared with them – and started getting sentimental.
After nearly a week (October 6th) I’d had a grand total of $00.00 donated to my Frocktober fund.
https://frocktober2015.everydayhero.com/au/absolutely-frilling-frocktober
It bothers me less than it did last year. I thought I had failed last year, when I didn’t reach the same target as the previous year (~$2, 600).
It bothers me less because Frocktober has taught me valuable lessons about standards, fundraising, social media and innovation.
Allow me to explain…
My relationship with dresses has been an interesting one in my 23 years on earth so far….
Dresses weren’t my first choice of clothing when I was growing up. 
Playing dress ups as a young girl resulted in a love of dressing up (wearing lip gloss to the dinner table regularly, according to Mum!). Dresses and skirts felt like ‘Uniform’, a sentiment from my school days – I preferred pants, thanks to the late 1990s and early 2000s trackpants, low cut and wide leg jeans trends.
I have come to love dresses, in all their diverse, trendy complexity. But it be a challenge to not be able to fall back on my well-worn default of jeans with converse or heels.
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