I know that the following truth makes me a walking stereotype, but few things are as unexpectedly delightful as not buying a sweater last year at Anthropologie for $136 dollars and finding it this year at Buffalo for $20. In the correct size, no less. That’s just happy. Damn the man, save the Empire.
I’ve decided to try an experiment in the name of recycling, living simply, and polar bears. I vow not to purchase any new clothing for the next 2 years. No Forever 21, no Target, no Anthropologie. According to the rules I’ve drafted for myself, I can purchase second hand, used, or vintage clothing, or items that are handmade by individuals (not companies) within the US. Exceptions are: one pair of jeans a year (I know, but you try being me and buying jeans. If I can find them long enough, I swear I’ll go second hand), underwear (for obvious reasons), and socks. I will also allow myself two pairs of practical new shoes each year, but only if a pair I own dies somehow and I can’t find a suitable second-hand replacement. Please keep in mind that practical does not mean ugly. So lay off.
I can make my own clothing, but only from mill end or thrifted fabric. If I receive a gift card, I may use it, but I may not ask for said gift card (so no crying to mommy). If asked, I will encourage people to gift me Etsy dollars or something instead.
And here’s the one that really hurts: Books. This rule also applies to books. Eek. That was even hard for me to type. Thank God for Powells.
The goals are to reduce the impact my purchasing has on the bleeding fingers of small children in third world sweat shops, to reduce the impact my impulses have on my wallet, to detox from the high I get buying stuff I don’t need, and to challenge myself to be creative and resourceful (and maybe use my sewing machine for once).
Yup. Challenge ends 7/1/11. Anyone in?
PS Though I feel it’s a bit jinxy, I have to add another exception: should I need a bridal gown, I’m gonna buy one. Not seeming too likely, but here’s to praying big and not limiting God and the plan and the future and all. Same story if I’m asked to be a bridesmaid again. 😉