So far, it feels like rehab

I stood naked in front of my closet on the morning of February 1st carefully surveying, from left to right and back again, what I was going to wear. Overwhelmed and under-inspired, I let slip from my lips the same exact words of exasperation that my best friend’s five-year-old daughter had recently muttered: I have nothing to wear. I probably pouted like her child, too.

Those words held an extra sting that morning because my bestie and I made a pact over drinks a short time after her daughter’s declaration, a mere ten days before I found myself with not one outfit to suit my mood. Our joint decision was one that shouldn’t have been made in haste but absolutely was.  We decided—while we sipped cocktails and spoke of the inevitable monotony of (even a good) marriage—that we shop to fill some unnamed hole, some vacancy in our lives.

Neither of us is lacking for things. Each of us has a lot of stuff. And we came to the conclusion that neither of us really needs more things or stuff. And so we shook hands and set our eyes on a shopping moratorium of six months. I was going to aim a little lower with a four week hiatus; after all, I graduated from San Diego State University and it’s a top ten party school. Why make unreasonable demands on myself? But Rachel is a Blue Devil. She’s the valedictorian of valedictorians. She’s magna cum something. Her basketball team wins everything. She’s determined and single-minded and she’s made of steel. Her DNA is made of nothing but Carbon and Iron.

So. With the exception of certain sundries, hair product and concealer, I will be purchasing no new wardrobe items of any kind until after August 1st.  I have removed most fashion blogs from my Google reader (not all of them—I need to figure out how to refresh what I’ve got) and I unsubscribed from my fashion email lists. Ideeli: gone. Just Fabulous: deleted. ModCloth, All Saints and Nike Women: adieu, mon cheris.

For some, this may be a big fat pfffffffffffft. But for me? Not shopping for one half-year is akin to a boozer going cold turkey by pouring her Stoli down the drain. It’s like Rush Limbaugh dumping his Oxycontin in the toilet. It’s more difficult than breaking up with Facebook. It’s more painful than quitting Angry Birds so you can have sex with your hot but overlooked husband over there, silently blinking at you from his side of the bed. (Not that that’s ever happened in this house. No, Siree. No monotonous marriage here. Just lots of really hot and frequent twisty sex in dangerous places.)

Anyway. I’m one week in and I’m already lamenting my commitment. Especially now that I’ve started yoga because…seriously, people.

I have nothing to wear.

7 Responses to So far, it feels like rehab

  • Greetings! Very useful advice in this particular article!
    It is the little changes which will make the greatest
    changes. Many thanks for sharing!

  • Angel says:

    How’s it working out for you? I have been wanting so badly to try to do the same, but alas my ever-changing body size makes for difficult times–maybe that is just an excuse…perhaps you will inspire me to DO IT!

  • abby says:

    i’ve done the six month shopping hiatus and i actually enjoyed it. i also did a thrift store only bit for another six months. low low prices = less buyer’s remorse. and i felt awesome once i completed these little experiments. stick it out! you can do it!

  • Crys_H says:

    I have been away from your blog for quite some time. This post made for a pleasant return.

    I stood in my closet this morning with similar dissatisfaction. Ronise makes this lament once per season, with great dramatic flair, and I just roll my eyes. For me to suffer from wardrobe ennui is more rare. Usually, if it mostly fits, is clean, and the wrinkles have a reasonable chance of falling out before noon, I wear it with no concern. Lately, for some reason, I’ve taken a bit more effort. It could be the stunning heathered gray pashmina my mom got me for Christmas plus the extravagant splurge on real jeans, that fit, and cost more than $29 on sale.

    Whatever the reason, I feel your pain, especially as I’ve placed myself on shopping restriction until I can wear the next size down.

  • Mrs. G. says:

    You need to have a party where your women friends bring items of clothing they are temporarily or permanently tired of and do an exchange. Cheap, good fun and it quenches retail hunger.

  • Are you allowed to buy for Ruby?

  • Jen F says:

    Try a little re-mixing. I have not done this myself but there are challenges, like 30 items of clothing to make 30 outfits for 30 days. One of my favorite fashion bloggers does this often. Check it out.

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