I am not a shopping person. I HATE shopping, and everything it connotes as to the concept of conspicuous consumption. But in the interest of full disclosure and the honesty that I'm trying to hold myself to this year (the bad as well as the good), I have a confession to make.
I have spent far more time this month than should ever be permitted in trying on clothes, for the sheer pleasure derived from pulling size 8s off of the rack. (There are so many more options in single-digit sizes!) I've used the fact that my wardrobe is so much smaller than is truly useful as justification for heading to some of my favorite shops in search of things that fit, but really that's just an excuse.
This is unacceptable. Fun or not at the moment, I refuse to continue this; I will not fall into the trap of equating "smaller" with "better." And apart from a new pair of dance shoes*, I will not buy any clothing during the month of February. And since I'm not buying any of it, I refuse to "shop" or "browse" or otherwise waste time with clothing items in shops.
* The irony of the dance shoe dilemma versus the jeans extravaganza is not lost on me. I danced holes into the toes of my split soles a week ago, and yet have the firmly embedded dancer's mentality that showing up to a class or a dance in new shoes marks you as a beginner who doesn't know any better. My current plan is to look for a dancer's boot or pair of soft wingtips at Flurry; something a little sturdier than a jazz shoe will be better for social dancing, anyway...
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