I've spent the last, who knows long, trying to get my life a little greener. I'm trying to grow more of my own food (with mixed results) and buy more food locally through the farmer's market, or through my biweekly organic box. We've also, thankfully, had a new shop come in around the corner that sells local organic meets and staples.
But none of that talks about clothes.
I wouldn't say I'm the most fashionable person, but I would admit to liking clothes. When shopping, I've long since given up on finding anything make in the states. On a semi-recent shopping trip to Marshalls and Macy's I bought a whole bunch of new underthings, and overthings. It's not that I love shopping...but I do love getting new clothes.
Which is why I felt a little gauche this past weekend in New York City. Most of the people attending the birthday party we went to were pretty average people, for people who make a lot more money than we do (or at least than I do anyway). They all talked about their purchases at this store, or that shop. I tried not to drool. A few of the party attendees were not your typical people. They were into Mode, not fashion. They had purses worth more than my entire wardrobe, and shoes that had names of designers. I tried not to drool any more.
I walked away thinking out how much I would like some designer clothes, who I could budget some items in (like that amazing little coat, or a nice handbag, or a pair of designer shoes). The whole experience in NYC was like a great movie filled with effective commercials.
I'm back, and I'm still trying not to think about clothes. It's pretty interesting how I can try to justify spending money on a fancy outfit (maybe the expensive stuff is local?). But in the end, I know that my priorities are pretty good. I'd rather either invest the money, or give the money to charity before spending it on something that will fade out of "mode" in a year. But I have to admit, a little piece of me wouldn't mind that lifestyle. At least the whole thing was an enjoyable distraction (and maybe next month I will go shopping...for a few small things). Ah well, you can see my little inner demons come out, lets see which priority wins.
