In January of 2012, I gave up clothes shopping for a year. You can read about my journey here and here. This post is part of my effort to reinvent my wardrobe and look good, without being a rabid consumer of cheap crap.
So, I made it a year without clothes shopping.
I went out to shop today with my sister-in-law, a well-known professional shopper and the only person who was willing to take on the Mall of America with me the day after Thanksgiving and live to tell the tale. I want to tell you that I got all this super fancy stuff and I gorged on clothes, but not really.
I bought maternity jeans. A couple tunic tops and a sweater. They are basic. Bold colors. Good fits. Yawn. I feel like your mom shopping at Chicos.
The truth is, I’m saving some of my pennies to shop with my personal stylist friend who helped me last summer. Also, for this tunic, which I am pretty sure can cure cancer.
Also, I am 12 weeks pregnant and in that adorable phase that I like to call the lady-lay-off-the-Whoppers phase, where I look just enough chubby to be noticeable, but not enough circly to be identified as pregnant. And honestly, I did not feel the need to gorge on clothes. Unlike when I went to college and, after a 18 years of not being allowed to watch TV, I went and drowned myself in a smorgasbord of “Desperate Housewives” and “My Super Sweet 16” and CSPAN. When I walked into the Mall of America, I was all…
And I am not trying to be all high and mighty. I imagine this is what it feels like after taking a break from refined sugar. You go from craving it in your belly to realizing that despite it being completely unAmerican and bordering on high treason to think this, that one piece of cake is enough. So, I got some basics and I’m holding out for some cute spring dresses and some Toms.
This is probably when I should remind you that I am not a fashion blog. I’m not gifted with the clothes. I’m just a normal
girlmiddle-aged woman, who loves leggings and dresses, hates pants and fancies herself a hippy, even though she gets giddy at the sight of a nice Ann Taylor sweater set.
My goals for shopping this year are to focus on nicer pieces. Pieces that will last. Quality that fits. And things I like, not just things that are cheap. I went to Destination Maternity and tried on a pair of maternity skinny jeans that felt like butter. They were just delicious all over my thighs. But they were $125 and that is more than I have ever paid for a single piece of clothing in my life. So, I passed on them, which probably means I already failed. But baby steps. I am a Midwesterner after all. The idea of paying full price for anything makes me reach for the Zoloft.
I’m excited to shop. Sure. But more than that, I’m excited to feel like I’ve learned that clothes are not a panacea. They don’t cure. And that I have plenty. This past year, I survived two photo shoots a movie premier in LA and a fancy conference where I was a panelist all without shopping.
I have plenty. You have plenty. And I hope that for me, 2013 will be about quality over quantity in all things.
Goodbye, Wal Mart.
PS If you want an insightful post about what I learned, go here.