Fall is here!

Fall is here!

This is one of those awkward hurry-up-and-take-a-picture-before-somebody-walks-in photos…yes, I am in the bathroom at work. I’ll try and get better at this… Cranberry cardigan: Forever 21 Brown/cream striped tee: Aeropostale Beige straight-legged pants: H&M Patent brown flats: Steve Madden (DSW)

OCD…no, really

Today is Day 18, and I feel like I’ve not got as far along with this blog as I had hoped to by this point. I have yet to post a picture of any outfit!

I downloaded the app “Stylebook” to take a photo inventory of my closet. It started off fine, and I was excited about the prospect of using it to create new outfits more easily. However, it has slowly become a monotonous time-sucker that I am ready to be done with. I feel like I keep finding new things to add, and I can never get my inventory “perfect” because I am constantly forgetting that sweater I left at my boyfriends, or that shirt that fell behind some shelves in my closet, or that I forgot to do all my purses and scarves. I just want to be finished already!

This brings me to a point that I think I have mild OCD…or rather, I never really outgrew it as a child. When I was young, I used to have a very particular “routine” that I’m sure drove my family crazy. I can’t quite explain it, but I was terrified that if I deviated or forgot something in this routine, something very bad would happen. I would make sure all the doors were locked in the house, flip light-switches and faucets on and off 4 times, and ask my mom certain questions before bed every night. It was a quiet nightmare that I lived with for years.

Somehow along the way, I swore I outgrew it. I forced myself to stop being so obsessive, and looking back, am quite proud of my commitment to halting this constant anxiety. I’m not even sure how I did it, I just remember when we moved during my 8th grade year, it wasn’t as bad as it had been previously.

But if I am being honest, I think it just translated into other aspects of my life. Shopping was (is?) even an obsession. Upon reaching a certain level of anxiety, I would find a niche that would alleviate it somewhat. It’s constantly changing and finding new outlets: running in college (I did four half-marathons in 12 months!), K-pop (okay, I’m still very obsessed with this), Lana Del Rey, blogging, shopping, taking an inventory of my clothes, etc. It’s not all unhealthy, but it can be if I find myself finding more stress in the activity/pursuit than alleviation.

I don’t really expect to have any followers, but this is supposed to be a journey for myself where I can grow and change my habits and my views. So, I promise to myself to be more consistent, honest, and happy in the days to come! That includes finishing this inventory, whether I am forgetting stuff or not!

On another note, my boyfriend and I finished our first half-marathon together yesterday. It stopped raining right as we started running, so that was definitely an upside to running 13.1 miles! 🙂

Guidelines

I know with any new challenge or goal, I do best with a set of rules. I’ve come up with a few that I think will make the challenge more doable:

  1. No new clothes for 365 days.
  2. Definition of clothes: tops, bottoms, dresses, shoes, jewelry, purses, belts, sunglasses, scarves, underwear, bras, socks, basics, etc. I can make my own jewelry (we’ll see how that goes…maybe I’m more creative than I give myself credit for)
  3. Makeup & hair-dye do not count. No new perfume (I already have a ton that I don’t use!)
  4. Workout clothes do not count, assuming they cannot be used as normal clothing.
  5. I need one new winter coat this year. I am budgeting $120 for this.
  6. Any money made from selling clothes will be put in a jar to use at my discretion (a necklace, a pair of flats, a pack of socks) with a $20 start. This will allow me to replace the essentials should the need arise. Any purchases will be documented.
  7. I can accept clothing as a gift, or gift cards to be used for clothing. I cannot use cash gifts for clothing.
  8. I can borrow clothes from friends and vice versa.
  9. Bridesmaid-related items do not count. Nor do costume items, at a minimum.

Inventory coming soon 🙂 I’ll also be posting pictures throughout this journey!

365 Days: No New Clothes

Beginning September 6th, 2013, I have started the challenge of not buying new clothes for a year. Many may think this a stupid challenge (or an impossible one if you know me), but I feel a very strong inclination towards testing my willpower and changing my habits of buying “new” things to wear all too often.

It all started when I was reading some fashion blogs around the web. I stumbled across one where a young woman was starting a challenge because she was in debt. The shame she felt for spending thousands of dollars on clothes somewhat rang true for me, but I thought she was going a little overboard. Intrigued, I looked up some similar blogs and I decided to see how my spending compared. Thanks to mint.com, I was able to see just how much I spent on the category of “clothing:”

$2,600 in 2013 (8 months)

$4,100 in 2012 (12 months)

That’s $335/month. My heart fell into my stomach. I felt (feel) disgusted with myself. I decided to pursue the subject and see what others had achieved and if I could actually do it. I knew something had to change.

I felt empowered after so much reading. I made a plan: November 1st (post-Halloween/costume buying plus prep time) I would begin the challenge, but only for 6 months. My reasoning was that I wasn’t sure if I could do a whole year. Then, I caught myself binge buying clothes to “prep” for this challenge, which was completely counter-intuitive to my objectives. ‘There needs to be more immediate action,’ I realized.

The last time I “bought” new clothes was on August 29. I felt horrible after hitting the “place order” button on Forever 21. As horrible as I felt, that last package arrived on Friday, September 6th, which is how the start date came about. I needed a change before I could prep for it. Can you ever really prepare for going “cold turkey” for something that was once…an addiction?