I am fascinated by this project. It sounds so simple: Alex Martin made a dress. Now she is wearing the dress every day for a year. But then I start thinking about it. Could I do that? What does it mean? What would I learn? What would I do differently if I couldn't change my clothes?
Reading her blog is great. She constantly questions her reasons for doing the project, as well as the things she's learning from it. She has mostly received positive comments from people. She's looking forward to the project's completion on July 7th, but she also seems pre-nostalgic. The dress has become a refuge from decision making, from time spent on fashion, from her own poor self-image. I think the most interesting blog entries will be the ones after the un-dressing party.

We went to the roller derby! Which was a lot more fun than you might expect. It's kind of like racing (Going in circles really fast! Crashes! Pile ups!) and kind of like hockey (Fist fights! Body checking! Crashes!). I expected to be vaguely amused for a while, and then just sort of tolerate it. But it was awesome! I got really into it. There may have been cheering involved. We were sitting in the first row right by where they start. Due to our position at the exit from a curve, we got crashed into a lot. Which was surprisingly controlled. Anyway, it was lots of fun.
Then we went to Denny's. Which was even worse than I expected. I had not eaten at a Denny's in years. I still have not eaten at a Denny's in years. We went in a little before nine o'clock. There were eight of us, and we were seated in two tables of four. With different waitresses. Table 1: John, Mary, Steve, Maggie. Table 2: Fuz, myself, John, Susan. Now, Susan is eight months pregnant. So she was very hungry when we came in. She was also very hungry fifteen minutes later, when the waitress finally deigned to take our order. She was also very hungry (as were all of us at Table 2) at nine thirty, when Table 1 had already finished eating and our food had not come. She was still hungry and also very angry at nine forty-five, when she decided that we were going to leave the restaurant, because our food had not come. Table 1 paid, and the rest of Table 2 meekly followed Susan to the front. The manager was quite peeved at our declaration that we were leaving and had no intention of paying for food we had not received, until he noticed that our check was timestamped with 9:06, and it was now 9:45 and, okay, he'll just void that out, so sorry.
There is a lesson here, y'all.
Do not keep food from the pregnant lady. She will totally walk out and go to Taco Bell.