Glossier is also having a 25% off everything sale. I highly suggest you go and stock up on balm dotcom and fight the good fight against lip chap. Or get the whole set to get into the full, branded experience.
On repeat lately…
Bitch better have my mimosa ready.
October was kind of a terrible month (except for the couple of pretty things I bought to cope with life, but now my budget* is yelling at me, so that’s a wash). In the spirit of having November be better, I wrote a short list of things to do to save my sanity:
- Actually exercise. This instead of watching other people exercise on TV and in Pinterest workouts.
- Practice self care. No, really. Stop talking about it and do it. Make a list of things to do and do them.
- Control what’s incoming. Log off the internet, turn off the ambient TV, start tackling the “to read” pile and listening to these podcasts that are actually interesting and helpful and uplifting. I recently started listening to The Friend Zone and I’m hooked.
- Appreciate what is here. Stop thinking in the wrong direction (thanks Fran), worrying about the past and future, and really take in the moment and world around you right now; make an effort to deal with what it is instead of what it isn’t or what you wish it were.
*I evangelize about the greatness that is You Need A Budget. There’s a 34 day free trial and a $6 discount if you purchase it using the links here. Prosper.
everything but the sweaters
You know, it was all good for two seasons. I was feeling all streamlined and minimalistic and creative and zen-like (not really). Then I decided that I don’t really have enough clothing to warrant making a big deal about seasonal capsule wardrobes. And then I realized the responsible and ethical thing to do would be to stop shopping entirely and use up what I have…or at least make everything I decide to buy worth the expense by using the hell out of it.
There are a lot of articles on the subject of capsule wardrobes and wardrobe refinement and dressing like the idyllic French woman, and the more I read, the more wasteful all of the culling and minimizing seems.
Toss everything you haven’t worn in six months! Throw out whatever doesn’t spark joy! Pare down until you only have this number of things!
I don’t want to be part of that any more than I do wantonly buying things for the sake of buying / impressing / fashion / feeling better. They are two sides of the same coin: on both, clothing is viewed as disposable when it is not.
I admit the cycle of buying and selling made me comfortable. I felt that offloading an item somehow absolved me of guilt from not using it and the stain of buying a new thing. All good on first look, but unless that sold item is worn to shreds, it is probably worn a bit, resold or donated. If not sold at a charity shop, it’s sent to a country where it has the chance to fuck up the local economy for clothiers or sit in a huge pile of refuse clothing for time immemorial. This makes me a lot less comfortable. Not choosing well in the first place can have ill effects down the line and because we don’t live with them, it’s dangerously easy to disregard them. It’s even easier when clothing is so accessible (cheap and plentiful) and we are kept ignorant of the conditions under which most of it is made.
I won’t get started on how the people at the very bottom of the production chain suffer no matter what (The True Cost does it well enough).
I have no solutions to offer since industry-wide changes need to happen, but me, myself, personally? I’m going to have a good, long, and hard think before I exchange money for the privilege of wearing something. I’m going to give myself space to choose well. And then I’m going to do my best to wear everything I have until it falls apart because that’s what was intended.
And yes, I’m aware of the irony given the last post. Journey, journey, journey.
Karly Loyce by Alasdair McLellan for i-D Magazine
Karly Loyce here perfectly illustrates my life’s essence at this particular moment in time.
Fall is here and Portland decided that the sun was no longer welcome. In “celebration,” I completed my first seasonal turnover of clothes. I have questions. Mainly one question: HOW do people, who live in places with seasons, continuously shop for things when they have to switch them out every 3-6 months? I have half a rack and two and a half drawers of wearable items and this turnover took me damn near the entire day.
I finally bought the Helmut Lang blazer that I’ve always wanted but could never find for a decent price. I found it for a decent price; a mad decent price, even. I’m still meditating on whether or not I’m a label whore (since I had a perfectly serviceable, albeit inferior, dupe), and I think I’m going to decide that I don’t really care either way. Narcissistic nihilism, man.
Yoga is amazing. I haven’t leveled up to naked yoga, but that’s because I don’t have my shit all the way together. Once I do? NAKED YOGA. Ok, probably not, but I need to aim for something.
I realized a while back that I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get as many pieces as possible and practical from Shopbop‘s Ultimate Closet from Pre-Spring of 2011. The key to affording designer clothing on a budget? Wait two to four years for everything – eBay will provide.
And while we’re here, I feel like I can safely say that capsule wardrobes are not the key to happiness. Nothing external is the key to happiness. But I’m sure we all knew that.