Don’t give up shopping immediately. It could take you months to prepare for this.
Owning my mistakes and ne regretteing rien is kind of my “thing,” but these garments are the exception.
In our house there is a 12-year-old girl, a 16-year-old boy, my husband, and me.
At Man Repeller, Callie Ahlgrim has an essay titled “Uh Oh: I Spent Almost $600 on “Self-Care” in June.”
When the bar in my closet collapsed under the weight of all my clothes, I knew I had to do something.
I promise I won’t run this experiment every time Old Navy has a sale.
DOES THE WORD “SALE” EVEN MEAN ANYTHING ANYMORE?
I threw away a lot of stuff during this weekend’s fall cleaning project, and I put even more stuff into “to-donate” boxes.
I do stretch this rule quite a bit—workout clothes don’t count, a tote bag doesn’t count, the like-new Danskos I found at Crossroads ($22.50) didn’t count because, I don’t know, they’re waterproof? Maybe shoes shouldn’t count, period.