Thursday, June 05, 2008

Shopaholic


Sigh, spring fashions from style.com.


Big news: I am going to give up shopping. Yes. Who am I and where has Kate gone? But today as I was thinking of all the things I was looking forward to buying on my next shopping trip I realized that I waste a lot of my life consuming things that I don't need, that don't make my life any better and that don't make me any happier. I think for the past few years buying something new seemed to be the key to "being better". I seemed to just keep buying things in hopes that that one final purchase would make my life complete and stylish. But funnily enough I actually think the more I shop the less stylish I get. Like the more stuff I have the more random my wardrobe becomes and I've realized that half the crap I buy I never wear or I buy it for a life I no longer lead.

I've come to the realization that my overconsumption is really adding to my stress levels. Every time I swipe my credit card (sweet, sweet credit card) I have a mini-panic attack thinking that it won't go through, or that I'm going to have to sneak the bags past my loved ones so they won't judge my habit.

My closets are overflowing, as I've realized that I own at least 10 dresses I've never worn, about five pairs of shoes I've worn once and decided I hate, and drawers of fun jewelry that I now think is too tacky to wear. It's great for costumes- I have an endless supply- but for everyday life my excessiveness is actually bogging me down. For anyone who has ever helped me move, they will know, I am a heavy traveller. I once missed meeting a cute boy because I was checking out January sales, use my food money on purses and have even put myself into debt for the sake of style. At the moment I am kind of working in the business of consumption- fashion magazines sell endless amounts of things- and it will be harder than ever to do this but it's necessary even for a little while. Most people live on nothing, without basic necessities and though me not consuming won't give them any more I think there are better ways to spend my money and energy and they could include donations instead of more fabric crammed into my drawers.

So I'm trying to be realistic but practical. I can't stop buying food- obviously- and my new insane health issues have led me to become a crazy organic food store shopper. (It's me in leopard print among hemp-sack-wearing customers buying vegan quinoa cookies which are actually amazingly good!) So I must buy nutritious items or I will die, and I am allowed to buy products that I already own, use daily and need to be replaced- this includes face wash, moisturizer, etc.

But basically, I'm not allowed new things- I considered bending this rule for vintage but it's hard to say. They are old things but still, I don't really need anything. Literally. Nothing. That is what travelling taught me that my stasis in Canada has helped me forget- you need very little to survive so I need to cut out my excessiveness. I was happier with less.

I tried to "quit shopping" in third year for Lent. I lasted three weeks until I had a bad day and ended up at the mall for some retail therapy so I think I'll need a sponsor for this.

I'm going to try to make it until August- fall fashions come out in August so I can't just ignore them. But I will try to wear the clothes I already have until then (shocking development) and make a list of the five things I really want for fall and then invest in those. Instead of accumulating bags and bags of clothes that I really don't need.

God, I'm so self-improving I'm annoying myself. I actually think I'm becoming more hippie-like every day. If anyone's looking, you can find me going not-shopping and eating vegan food- oh and dancing somewhere, sober. Sigggh. I'm going to fall off the wagon, hard.

With or Without it

I've been doing some thinking about love. The Sex and the City Movie kind of started it and also I seem to encounter a lot of interesting opinions about it. Check out this one. WTF. Way to make a rainy Thursday slightly more shizer Sarah Hampson.

So while the SATC movie was filled with amazing fashions (Eiffel Tower bag anyone?) and endless hilarious fun it also, when pondered more thoroughly as I am wont to do, made me feel kind of depressed? Obviously anyone who knows me knows I'm a die-hard pessimist (get over it), but it wasn't a stellar conclusion. If you really look at all of the relationships in the movie you'd have to wonder, well how appealing were any of those? Is that really the best there is? Seriously? Okay well then I'm not in for that, because that sucks. Large.

The imperfection of it all makes me feel more disgruntled than sad. Without giving too much of the movie away, the ending left one woman with a distant "guy-that-you-broke-up-with-ten-years-ago-that- you-should have-left-in-the-past-because-he-doesn't-love-you" type of guy that she had to coerce into matrimony, one with a cheating not-so-appealing guy who had to coerce her back into a relationship, one girl seemingly single and fabulous until she's too old to have random sex, and one with a husband who is nice and all but is not someone you aspire to be with because he's kind of gross and creepy. So I'm mean but those are my shallow and rude observations.

Obviously the movie played on the Cinderella theme. I'm sure many others have had these sentiments before but did someone think all those romantic stories up just to mess with women? Do men feel the same way? Why in God's name did my parents let me read stories like that, watch movies like that (Disney does it again) if it was never going to be replicated in real life? If it was only going to be hard work and compromising and settling and no glass slipper, prince or perfection?

In Sarah Hampson's article above she talks about people who "settled for less." So it seems that the alternative to dying alone and childless is marrying someone who is okay, mediocre at best and trying to produce a life out of just getting along. Wow that sounds amazing doesn't it? Why don't they make more fairy tales and romantic movies about that? Because that SUCKS. I understand there are many places in the world where arranged marriages happen and people do find happiness but I just don't get it.

And now back to where I started. Basically the SATC movie made me feel like love was so imperfect. And I know it can be and will be at times. I know relationships and marriages can be hard work but sometimes the work is worth it if the person cares about you enough to not do stupid things that break your heart. How can people settle for cheaters, people they have to change for, plead with, or coerce into caring?

And that, damn it, that makes me an optimist.

And now for some fun. Check out these amazing photos. They make me happy.