The Search for the Perfect Black Pants
I went shopping for the first time today in a year. (Not counting the times I cheated with the second hand items….) I went downtown with my friend Anna. I bought these beautiful black pants and a jacket. The jacket I might return, I am keeping it in the bag with the receipt because I am not sure about it. The pants are fabulous, it is so hard to find black pants with no pockets. I think what I am going to buy now is the basics, and go for quality, not quantity. I envy men that they can just throw on a suit and look great, and no one says “oh, we have seen that suit before”. So…this might be my suit.
More soon…..
Tonight I was with my friend Portia who has been contemplating going on this diet for 11 months now. I told her that I have decided to extend the diet for one more year, in light of the fact that there have been so many people interested in joining the effort in the past few weeks (here we go again). When I told Portia it wasn’t too late to realize the benefits of clothing deprivation she hooped and hollered “That’s what I need, a closet colonic.” The visual made me gag. She went on to claim, “Deep within my big, fat, bloated walk-in closet there is a skinny one begging to be free.” Portia, warming to the idea, is going to “think about it,” before she commits. Let me be clear…I am not doing this for another year myself but I will moderate, facilitate, contemplate and write about life post diet. 
O.K., I am not proud. I have told nearly every woman I know that I am simply starving on this @#$%^& diet. The good news, my incessant complaints and whines have been rewarded with hand-me-downs from friends and family (maybe they just want me to shut up). Now, these aren’t Oliver Twist castoffs. Remember, birds of a feather flock together. My friends and family have hand-me-downs with tags still on them or barely worn items that they “bought on a whim,” and shouldn’t have (you know the story). I am sorry for their mistakes, but not really. I’m glad to be the one who can take these items off their hands. Most importantly their gifts are going to good use. Just last week I received a beautiful wrap from my mother, a white knit item, just like Meryl Streep wore in the movie It’s Complicated. I am now wearing a pair of pewter Donald Pliner slides and a great pair of lulu lemon tights my yoga friend gave me (she has three of the same pair). So my point? Tell people you will gladly take their shopping mistakes off their hands. They will fell great about it, especially if you wear them again and again. Now go forth and tell the world, “I am hungry, feed me your scraps!”
Last week I begrudgingly made the trip down to Nordstrom to get a pair of boots repaired. It wasn’t until I got down there that I realized how deprived I feel having not purchased a thing since last fall. These old duds are not getting “newer.” I have found that clothing, unlike wine, doesn’t get better with time. I can attest to that fact with my patched up jeans. When I say “I can wear clothes” I mean it. I own a 
O.K. I’m wrapping up the latest poll. And the results are in…more people think this diet is easy than hard. That said, it’s easier by a thin margin. 58% of you said it is relatively easy and 42% said it was hard. For me it all depends on the day. Today it’s hard, tomorrow it might be easier. I think about the pre diet era. There were days when I wasn’t feeling all that good e.g., bad hair day, ridiculous work meeting, argument with my seven year old. My immediate reaction, conscious or subconscious, was to go buy something for myself. Often times it was something completely wrong and poorly made and probably on sale (hence my closet full of crap). It was an emotional impulse.
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