Hello Friends,
The following is what I have learned about myself since I started this process:
1. Shopping and buying new items is an ego boost for me that cannot be replicated easily with any other activity. (What does that say about me????? Scary.)
2. Dieting works better for me when I know I can at least have a taste of something. (One Dove chocolate a day helps me stay on that detox diet.)
3. Clothes are one of my passions and passions fuel the best parts of my personality.
4. More stuff does not equal happiness. (I knew this, but I wish it were not true.)
5. Too many choices causes stress. (I still have too many clothes, but I have way less than those entertaining individuals on “What Not to Wear.” Why do women with such unstylish clothes have so many?)
6. New items quickly become old items. (Everything gets old in time, but new clothes seem to become aged rather quickly.)
7. Love in the store does mean love at home. (How can I be so fickle in the store. Although I wear all my clothes a few items that I coveted and just had to have, seem to be just regular items now that I have worn them a few times. . .)
8. Lust is fading. (See #7)
9. The tried and true love lasts a long time. (But yet, I have some items that I just love and continue to wear such as my black leather jacket.)
10. Being a stylish woman and a smart shopper ain’t for the faint of heart!
Thanks for reading!
Ageless Goddess, Brenda aka Cookie
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“New items quickly become old items. (Everything gets old in time, but new clothes seem to become aged rather quickly.)”
So amazingly true!
Thought about this just yesterday, when I wore my ‘new’ green dress for the second time…My sweetheart lives in another country, so to get to him, I need to take a train and a bus – and spend a couple of hours in Budapest in between those. And Budapest, well – not only is it a gorgeous city, with great coffee and wonderful second-hand bookstores, it also has something that Croatia is seriously lacking at the moment: H&M. So every time I go for a visit, and I have to spend those few hours in the Hungarian capital before boarding my late night bus, I have the habit of paying the clothes giant a visit and checking out the cute new stuff…
Last time I went, it was just before New Year’s…and I ended up buying a few small things, and one pretty green dress. It was not something I really needed, but at that time I was still unaware of the diet (I would only join a few weeks later), and it was a sort of love at first sight, so I decided to take it. I wore it once while I was staying at his place, and as I came home, the dress was placed in the closet to wait for nicer weather, because a thick layer of snow had already covered the streets of Zagreb, and wondering around in a summer-ish dress would have been too much of a craze for me…
But then last night, I went to the cinema; and as I haven’t bought anything in two months, and I am slowly growing tired of my winter clothes, I decided to try to combine the dress with some winter stockings and a thick sweater, for a change; And I did, and it looked nice. But as I put it on, I realized it had lost all the charm it once had for me – it was to be the beautiful new piece that is waiting for the summer, yet after a period of time spent hanging in my closet, it became just as ‘boring’ and familiar as everything else in it, losing its ‘novelty charm’.
The problem, however, is not in the dress – but in me. In my desire, constant craving for ‘more’ and ‘new’, a craving that makes almost everything I get used to seem ‘old’ and ‘worn out’, as opposed to all the other brilliant new things that I could have, if I could only buy them…Yet, as knowing the problem is only a step away from fixing it if there is will – and will I have plenty – the anecdote with the dress ended up being a nice lesson on superficiality for me, and I believe that I have really learned a thing or two…