Unshopaholic..the Minimalist screaming to get out
With the arrival of Autumn and the putting away of summer clothes I have discovered drawers now brimming and absolutely no space for further purchases. Normally I would have two options, clean out or stop buying. I am on a constant clearout, having a box on the landing permanently for items that I don't' wear, don't like, don't fit and don't suit me This removes option one as there is nothing to clear out, I want it all.
I have decided to work my existing wardrobe rather than live up to my avatar. I will eke out every penny from my existing clothes. I will be a clothing commander, wardrobe warrior as Renee says.
You would think that I find shopping fun. No, I do not. I find scouring the stores boring. I do not go on sprees Pretty woman style. I wander stores not really conceptualising the item on the rail with my style. Its not lack of understanding myself, I have had my colours done, warm autumn, several times, and I know fit that works. No, when I am looking for something in particular I will not find it so why go on the hunt in the first place. How then have I managed to have so much?. TV shopping loves me, it really loves me, and its reciprocated. I tap the app, 3, 4, 5 times if I see an item I like adorned on a presenter be it jewellery or clothes, hair even. If I'm going to get the top in 2 colours then why not three, go on. Tap!
I am not limiting my cleanse to clothes either, no, also on the makeup and lotions, potions and nostrums front my room (floor actually) is overflowing. I have dressing table envy. A friend has nothing on her table. Its all hidden away in the dark in a cupboard. Today I had a dressing table clear out. The result was nothing more than a reshuffle and a bit of dusting. I must be realistic, my life would be delayed if I had to rummage in the dark for my morning face and night mask.
Then there is my spares, my back up purchases.
The minimalist in me is screaming to get out. Watch this space, when I can find it.
Anna, a middle age woman in England with a self-deprecating look at life, mostly. I am not one thing, I am many and so is my blog. It's a lucky dip when you read me. I am part cook, part struggling fashion forward thinker, part mother, part professional job holder, part chicken keeper, part shopper. I am not an expert on anything other than me and I'm a 'bitsa'. So is my blog, bitsa' this, bitsa' that. I'd love to have your comments on my bitsa' life. Please follow and share my story.
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