Since I have been a most excellent girl, meeting my deadlines while my kids are out of school, which is no small achievement, I took some time off yesterday.
But it was important that the time off be in harmony with the new me. The new me puts some space between herself and mindless consumption and only buys what she needs and not what she wants. She lives a meaningful life of Voluntary Simplicity.
So I went to the mall to return a sensible (sensitive is more like it) pair of shoes I had planned to wear on my trip to the East Coast but didn't. The reason I didn't is that our first stop were three glorious days in New York. The women there were so elegant, all in dresses by the way, that it knocked some sense into me and comfort shoes became strictly out of the question. I suddenly aspired -briefly- to become a glamorous-brand-only dresser a la Carrie Bradshaw.
Then we went to Vermont and for a few days lived an idyllic, beautiful and simple life in the
cabin. I promptly came down my imaginary Manolo heels to become a farm girl in training, a woman close to nature, a hermit maybe perhaps.
So getting back to my mall story: I call this reverse shopping and usually come out of it with a sense of utter pride. It's the fun of shopping minus the expense or the guilt. And it makes me feel almost holly. I imagine it is the lovely sense of purity recovering addicts must feel when they have been sober for any stretch of time.
But then I saw this on sale from
Lucky Brand, and what can I say, I had a nasty relapse.
IT WAS HALF OFF I SWEAR!
Rehab anyone?