Shopping for stuff is so much fun, it really is. It’s one of my favorite activities. I love the feeling of buying something new and then looking forward to wearing it, whether it’s a new lipstick or a new top or a rockin’ pair of shoes.
But here’s the truth: the new wears off rather quickly. It does. And then? It’s just stuff. Stuff taking up space. More space than I have for stuff.
Too much stuff.
I don’t work. We don’t really go out all that often. I have no need for the, say, 75 or 100 core outfits I have in my closet. That’s without considering mixing and matching. There’s just not enough room for more. Our closets are smaller than I’d like, but that’s only because I have too much stuff.
And yet, I can’t fathom parting with most of it. I just can’t.
I finally gave away shoes that I haven’t worn since I quit working in 2010. That’s six years those shoes have been in my closet–career shoes still hanging around, long after I’d left my career.
I also had a couple of really nice suits. The fact is I will never wear a suit like that again, not even to a funeral. (At this stage of life I’m much more apt to attend a funeral than a business meeting. Just saying. And I’ve been to several funerals recently. I did not wear a suit to any of them.)
So I gave the suits to a career closet so some needy career woman can use them.
I do go shopping, sort of, because right now, my closet is like a store. It’s got so many things that I couldn’t wear in recent years but now fit–and a few really beloved outfits that I’m close to wearing–and I just can’t part with them. Even though I may never wear each more than once a year, if that. Still, I love them still and I’m glad I saved them because I like them and now don’t have to buy them again. But then again, would I buy them? Because I have no place to wear them. Oh, it’s so confusing!
And have you seen my collection of lipsticks? I can not justify buying another tube, I really can’t.
It’s sobering, really, this retirement thing, since it’s forced me to give up my joyful shopping sprees because 1) I can’t use the stuff and 2) I can’t store it.
It would be one thing if I had kids or grandkids I could shop for, but that’s not the case, either.
I think it’s time to rethink my relationship with stuff. Like some relationships I’ve had with men, I hang in there with them far too long, far past their expiration date. I fixed that with men, but I think I need to fix it with stuff now.
Your thoughts? and yes, yes, I know about the book you’re about to mention to me that says if it doesn’t give you joy, let it go. Well, you can’t BELIEVE the number of things that give me joy! Anyway, I know the book. Now I want to know your thoughts.