Yesterday’s post covered some of the spectacular deals I scored over the past week. I hit Banana Republic, J. Crew, Anthropologie, Old Navy, Kohl’s and even Target to check off each and every item from my summer style list. Hundreds of dollars later, my wallet is exhausted (although I’ve happily collected many, many Delta Amex miles thankyouverymuch).
And while I largely budget for these sprees each summer and winter, I think it’s high time for a cleanse. No, not the silly juice cleanses that seem to be all the rage in New York and the Left Coast right now. Hello, I’m a runner and during half marathon training, I’m supposed to be consuming between 2500 – 5000 calories a day! Just juices for 3-10 days?? Good lord, that sounds like pure torture.
No, my dear readers, what I’m talking about is a style cleanse. No shopping for apparel, accessories or footwear of any kind for the next 45 days.
REPEAT: NO STYLE SHOPPING OF ANY KIND FOR THE NEXT (COUNT ‘EM) FORTY FIVE DAYS!!
August 1st, please come quickly. I know it sounds drastic, but sometimes it’s best to step away from what you love, reevaluate what you really need and focus your energy elsewhere. This is sage advice for really anything in life, but especially shopping.
I’ve tried this once in the past – last February after a particularly successful January shopping the post-Christmas and early winter sales. I’d scored some incredible deals and filled all the holes for my winter needs list – but went over budget that time and felt like my shopping habits were starting to get a bit out of control. The crazy, competitive streak in me kicked in for some odd reason and I decided to challenge myself with a month sans shopping. Sounded practical, but I thought, could I really give up shopping for a whole month? With the barrage of daily retail emails I receive – and while living in the world’s veritable style mecca? I love shopping sometimes more than life itself, but felt this was the right decision. Maybe I’d need to blindfold myself walking down Fifth Avenue or Lower Broadway, but by god, I was going to do this. (Yes, I am fully aware that I sound like a junkie here)
The first few days were really tough, but I eventually just started deleting those emails from Gilt Group, Kate Spade and the like. Out of sight, out of mind became my motto. Luckily, I was both working and in grad school full time at this point, so my free time was near zero and trips to my favorite retailers were also non-existent.
March 1st, 2010, was the official end date, but I decided to wait until the 6th for a special treat. I was to be in London that week for both a work trip and a wedding and planned my “coming out party” around my second favorite shopping city. Topshop and Reiss – couldn’t wait to see you! March 6th finally arrived and I felt like it was Christmas morning. The hustle and bustle around all my Oxford Circle haunts was as exhilarating as I’d remembered, but oddly, I barely bought anything that day. I only had a few hours for my shopping reacquaintance, but ended up with just two sweaters from Topshop. While they remain two of my favorites to this day, I’m still puzzled at what happened. Maybe the shopping gods weren’t in my favor or my selection skills had been even more finely honed.
On the long plane ride home, I have to admit that it felt great to have only one shopping receipt to log – a mere $85 instead of the doozies I’d racked up on my more legendary trips. And I barely could remember what I’d been pining for during my month of style abstinence.
Let’s hope that happens again this time – because I think it’s going to be harder than ever given the focus of this blog! A style blogger researching stores and retail websites daily, yet can’t purchase anything she finds? HELP.
For my Last Style Supper, I popped in Ina yesterday, my favorite consignment store. The selection was more amazing than ever – and I now am left dreaming about a gorgeous cream Chloe bag, Marc Jacobs dress and silver Sergio Rossi disco dancing shoes that just need to be in my life. I left with a mere $50 bracelet, which I will wear frequently to remind me of my pledge. And I will remain hopeful that Chloe, Marc & Sergio are still hanging out at Ina when I come back up for air.
So, August 1st. 45 days ahead of me. I will likely resort to drinking, more running to distract me and certainly phone and online support from friends. But I will take this one day at a time. If worse comes to worse, maybe those god awful juice cleanse juices could help!