the bet is officially over. The strangest part to me still? Not a single person who didn't know about the bet commented on the fact that I wore the exact same clothes every single day. For an entire month. Here I was, wearing absurd clothing, the SAME absurd clothing, for 30 days in a row and not a single person even hinted at noticing. Iowans are either way nicer or way spacier than I even knew.
The freedom of choice to wear whatever my little heart desired was not as paralyzing as I was afraid it would be. I thought for sure that it would take me like an hour to pick out what to wear now that I didn't have the default uniform to throw on. Surprisingly that wasn't the case. I think part of what eased my transition back into self-dressing was the fact that I had bought several pairs of shoes and a few items of clothing during my uniform tenure that I was excited to wear (the pants, jacket, and shoes I wore today fall into that category) and I'd had plenty of time to construct a great outfit that I was excited to have a chance to wear.