Well, it’s Day 91 of my enforced shopping moratorium. Three months of no DSW! No Macy’s! No Ann Taylor! No Eileen Fisher outlet! Somehow, I’ve managed to survive.
After a Christmas season of … “One gift for you. Two for me,” I decided to call a stop to shopping for one year. No new clothes for all of 2008. Well, with a few exceptions. New underwear is OK for obvious reasons. And new sporting gear, too. After all, if I can’t shop, I have to relieve stress somehow and the gym has become the place to go for that. Besides, I’m training for a triathlon so I need cool bike stuff and cool swimming stuff and cool running gear, too.
Need being the operative word, I suppose. Time was I needed that new pair of black suede pumps and that cute red cashmere wrap sweater. But I’m starting to realize, in this grim economy, I need to be able to sleep at night, too. That means what I really need is a nice juicy nest egg. The only way to get that, of course, is to stop spending and start saving.
Have I been perfect in my 91 days of no shopping. Well, I slipped up once when I was invited to one of those at-home jewelry parties. It seemed rude to scarf down the chocolate covered strawberries and pesto brie and not buy something. Besides, does jewelry count? I promised myself I wouldn’t buy clothes. A necklace, while something you wear, is not technically an item of clothing. Is it? You really think so?
OK, so I cheated. But only once and now I’m back on the wagon. I’ll keep you posted on how it’s going …