I like shopping, I guess who doesn’t. But I know of people who are not too fond of shopping, it’s a chore for them. But that’s not the case for me. I actually find it therapeutic. Would have loved if my husband felt the same, but let’s not hope for miracles isn’t it?
Though I love shopping, I have some codes that I follow or a rulebook if you may say. I usually buy stuff only when they are on sale. I very rarely buy stuff which are expensive than 25 bucks. It’s not like, I don’t go beyond this limit, I have bought a black dress that I totally loved for 50, a Timberland shoes for 49 bucks, a bag for 60 bucks, to name a few, but I don’t do this often.
One day when I was looking at my closet, I realized that there hasn’t been a month when I haven’t gone shopping. When we got nothing to do, off we go to the mall just to look at things and then we end up buying something. And when I really went through my wardrobe, I realized very few of them were bought for an occasion. When I was a kid, I had all this outfits and I could remember the reason behind buying them, either a festival or a birthday or a gift from someone, or some school activity. So every other outfit had a story to tell. A unique story and when you wore that you would think about the reason/ story behind the dress, and feel nice about it
But now since I just bought stuff on whim there was nothing special about them. I still like all of them or say most of them, but I don’t’ remember when did I buy or where? Can you believe I didn’t even buy a new dress for my 30th birthday? I wore some old worn skirt and sweater to work, the only new thing was the diamond necklace that my husband got me. So, all this got me thinking the importance of shopping in my life. Will I have the will to go without shopping for a month? I just wanted to know whether I would survive the challenge. So that’s how my February challenge was born.
And I did. In the end I did buy some cosmetics and stockings but no clothes or shoes or bags. And to celebrate, the moment March rolled in I went and bought a trouser. Now, isn’t that a story of triumph!!! Something I will remember whenever I wear those pants!