March issued her challenge last week – take the consumer cure, stop buying anything that was not an essential for one week. I’m thinking, how hard can that be? It’s seven days. I just write the stuff down I want to buy that come up during that seven days, then buy them later.
I have to preface this with a little bit of background. I have ADD/OCD. It’s not the light switch/hand washing OCD – I have some subjects or interests that flitter by like Butterflies that catch my attention, and once one has it, the attention that is so hard for me to focus at will turns into a laser, and all my energy goes into whatever it is that has captured me, and I bore into that subject for days, weeks, months, years, until I’ve gotten out of it what I wanted and my fascination is over. Some things stay with me the rest of my life, some just go into my knowledge bank that I use as I need, and others get forgotten entirely. That’s the fun part of my OCD. The ADD component doesn’t really bother me, it just annoys everyone me because they’ll be talking to me, but if they can’t make whatever they’re talking about interesting to me, I wind up drifting off or suddenly changing the subject. Not because I”m rude, but because I just can’t focus and forget I’m supposed to be paying attention. If people talk to me about emotional issues, things that I find compelling, then I can stay with them. It’s difficult to be my friend and expect a lot out of me on that front, I dissapoint and annoy all of my closest friends.
It’s the ADD that leads to some of my more erratic shopping. I often just buy something out of boredom. Something interesting flits by, I think it sounds cool, and I got find it on eBay or Amazon. This happens most days. It distracts me enough from things that I usually don’t want to do for a little bit, but allows me to do that for a couple of minutes, then get back to work. It’s a push-pull of attention that I’ve delicately worked out so I can be a gainfully employed, productive person.
The first two days were pretty much what I expected. Lots of opening my Amazon and eBay browser windows to snag small items, only to close them quickly because I remembered I couldn’t shop for a week. That was Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It made me a little uncomfortable and left me feeling vaguely deprived on some way. But not so much that I was squeamish about it, and I did get okay with feeling that. By Friday morning, I was confident as a cock (rooster for those of you that might be offended by the correct technical term) in a henhouse about my ability to have my way with this challenge.
I do a lot of yoga. It helps me cope with vague or strong emotions. I’m not sure exactly the mechanics of how it works, except it gets me out of my head and into thinking about breathing. So in my toughest times, I go to the mats (isn’t that a Godfather reference?), often finding the hardest yoga classes available. Last week, for unshopping reasons, I found myself in an inversions class that was pretty amazing and has left me working on my handstand every day, along with wheel. I need to have more emotional trauma, it’s healthy for me.
The downside of yoga is the cute little shop full of yoga togs in most of the studios I go to. Because I do so much yoga and work at home, I pretty much live my daily life in yoga-type clothes – body hugging, breathable fabrics, move easily, colorful. The first part of the Consumer Cure, I went to my teeny studio nearby, and their shopping area is small and varies little. Friday I went to the big yoga studio downtown that has an excellent retail manager who changes out their stuff every coupel of days, and they have this huge selection of some of the cutest things. There on the rack, staring at me was this adorable long sleeve white shirt with a purple design in it. It cried at me and made eyes and moaned a little, I swear. Then it was in my arms along with a cute little white top that I needed to go under it. And then we were at the counter, buying it. I had taken precautions, I didn’t take my purse in with me, but I never do. Oddly enough, that doesn’t matter, they have my credit card on file for my monthly fees, so they can just charge it to that. This is probably not the most helpful information I’ve ever been given.
I’m thinking, this is fine, it’s one little slip. the top was so cute, they just had one in my size, so I had to act quickly because it definitely would have been gone by the next day, not to mention the next week. I’ll confess it, and it’s just not a really big thing, yes?
Apparently it opened the floodgates. What followed was not anything approaching a shopping binge at all, but it was a slow and steady slide right back into a little bit of my normal shopping patterns. I snagged a full length mirror because, oddly enough, I don’t have one! And then I needed an air purifier for my front room.
I did put off the champagne purchase of the very limited availability champagne that I adore and can only get rarely because they have almost 100 bottles, surely it will last until later this week? I’m still crossing my fingers on that one. If it’s not, I’ll blame March.
Then it was Saturday. My friend and I had to prepare for a wedding shower, and she needed to go down to Sol and pick up some lingerie as a present. I got a little squirmy then, but thought, it’s lingerie, I can resist that, right? We stopped and had a drink first, but it was just one drink, and we split a roasted artichoke to cut the hunger. It occurred to me then that I was already outside of austerity eating with the champagne, not to mention the roasted artichoke.
Off we went to Sol, but only a little buzzed. And the outfits. Can I just say I haven’t bought lingerie in a really long time? Can I skip the skanky details and mention that I now have two bad girl outfits and one good girl outfit, and I shouldnt’ have bought the velvet burnout black robe, but it really made the bad girl outfits so much better?
But that was it. I haven’t made any cosmetics purchases – no lipsticks, no eyeshadows, not anything. So far, just clothes, which isnt’ something I buy that much of anyway. And I have today to get through, which will be over over soon.
Damn Chanel!!! They sent me an e-mail about their new New Limited Edition gold and black nail polishes and eyeshadows. Okay, so that was another oops. I’m locking myself in and unplugging the internets and e-mail through tomorrow morning so no more accidents can happen.
Overall? I think I did okay’ish. Worse than I thought I would do, but not as bad as it could have been. Anyone else care to confess how their week went, if you were playing the home game with us?
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