Not that it was ever a big secret - anyone that has lived with me, seen my car, travelled with me or picked up my used clothing donations can attest - I have A HUGE wardrobe. And adding to it has become a habit fed by disposable income, deep discounting, fast fashion and...I'll admit it...a fluctuating waistline.
But now it's starting to embarrass me because it's not what I'm about at all. I don't want to be that high maintenance girl with 100 pairs of shoes who tries on 17 outfits before she leaves the house and who's wardrobe tied end-to-end could serve as an escape ladder off the CN Tower. But I think I'm on my way there. I have a certain friend who'd say every time I saw her "oh, were you just out shopping?" or "is that new?". Gah. I've gone and typecast myself.
I just love a sale. The treasure hunt and thrill of getting something for almost nothing. Of being able to walk into a mall and find a shirt for $15 or a bracelet for $5, or a pair of shoes for 80% off. And as I write this, all of which I have done in the past week. I'm not a brand whore per se. I really don't understand lululemon or Coach or $700 high heels with red soles. But my no-name leather riding boots scored for a fraction of their worth make my heart go pitter-patter. H&M makes me giddy knowing I can buy over-the-top jewelry for a couple twoonies. I know the Winners mark-down schedule.
It's not a habit, it's cool. I feel alive.
But I really want to change ... many little things and this one huge 100% polyester thing.
Bye fast fashion. We had some good times, didn't we?
My life is cluttered. And unclear. And it needs to change.
I feel almost feel like I am drowning. Is that cliche for a 34 year old divorcee to say? I assure you, at the risk of sounding ready to flit off to an ashram in India while imagining a Julia Roberts portrayal on the big screen, that my troubles are hardly deeply seeded and emotional. They're quite swallow ands much more material. I'm being suffocated by things.
I've been making little changes over the past year, but I'm about to tackle my biggest personal challenge. My Fast Fashion Addiction.
I want to purge, prioritize and minimize. Reduce, reuse, recycle, repurpose, and reinvent. Thrift, swap, beg, borrow and steal before buying. And make ethical and sustainable choices when I do.
Bad news is Tim Hortons screwed up my EGG Bagel Belt (and I suppported Tim Hortons AND drank coffee) and I ate bacon today. Good is news the bacon repulsed me and I gagged. Bacon fantasy has been beat!
As you can see here I have followed up Eating Animals with Cleaving by Julie Powell.
I'm not finding this hard at all. I'm finding it the easiest decisions ever. It's almost a non-decision (and that the real decision would be to actually eat the meat). But I'm also feeling ashamed for never thinking like this before, and it's made me really emotional. I've found this very surprising.
After reading Eating Animals, my first habit to break is meat.
Meat and I have a love/hate affair. I find it decadent in some ways, but in when cooked or presented in others the look/texture/thought repulses me. I eat chicken out of convienience and because I feel I need protien at every meal (and that this is the easiest way to get it). I've been programmed to think I need to order steak for fine dining, that Christmas means turkey, and a chicken wrap is the healthiest option.
But this book both terrified and humbled me. So today I am starting to think a little harder and breaking mychicken-wrap-hold-the-mayo habit.
It's not that I make bad decisions or have terrible addictions.
It's that I don't think before I do, eat, or buy most things in my life. I operate on purely convenience, doing what I've always done because its easy and right there in front of me, and in many ways seems like the most logical choice.