Memo to self: will stop buying clothes effective November 1.
Correction: will not buy any more clothes for a month.
When in a lousy mood, I will do breathing exercise and calm my ass down. I will not go out and buy even more clothes --- especially since I have way too many clothes anyway. I don't think I've even worn the same thing twice since I started working at my new office...and that was in August.
Maybe part of the problem is fixating on how I'm going to rebuild my wardrobe so that it's mostly "classic" pieces that I can mix and match. But the thing is, sometimes, classic can look pretty boring and that's why I have to buy accessories.
Okay, and the thing is, I used to read this blog written by a girl in New York who was the consummate shopaholic. She lived this seemingly perfect life with her perfect boyfriend and all she ever wrote about were the places she visited, the restaurants she dined in, the shoes that she bought, and the bags that she wanted to get.
Sometimes, she'd even take pictures.
And while, at first, I thought, "That's the kind of life I want", I soon realized that she's actually kind of...well...not that interesting.
Maybe it's the angst and the depression and the struggle to lead an authentic life that makes somebody interesting. But that's just personal opinion...I mean, we kinda tend to identify more with the people who struggle, you know? Maybe it's because they're saying those secret thoughts we have that we don't tell others 'cause we don't want their pity.
Correction: will not buy any more clothes for a month.
When in a lousy mood, I will do breathing exercise and calm my ass down. I will not go out and buy even more clothes --- especially since I have way too many clothes anyway. I don't think I've even worn the same thing twice since I started working at my new office...and that was in August.
Maybe part of the problem is fixating on how I'm going to rebuild my wardrobe so that it's mostly "classic" pieces that I can mix and match. But the thing is, sometimes, classic can look pretty boring and that's why I have to buy accessories.
Okay, and the thing is, I used to read this blog written by a girl in New York who was the consummate shopaholic. She lived this seemingly perfect life with her perfect boyfriend and all she ever wrote about were the places she visited, the restaurants she dined in, the shoes that she bought, and the bags that she wanted to get.
Sometimes, she'd even take pictures.
And while, at first, I thought, "That's the kind of life I want", I soon realized that she's actually kind of...well...not that interesting.
Maybe it's the angst and the depression and the struggle to lead an authentic life that makes somebody interesting. But that's just personal opinion...I mean, we kinda tend to identify more with the people who struggle, you know? Maybe it's because they're saying those secret thoughts we have that we don't tell others 'cause we don't want their pity.
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