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Shopping Style

I feel like there is such a spectrum for everyone's shopping styles.  I had an old co-worker who would receive a shipment of clothes from online shopping almost every week.  (She returned most of it, but, hey, no judgement here.)  That's her shopping style.

When we moved in August I knew I would need to do a major closet cleanse (and then some).  I did really go through my clothes and donate a lot before we moved and my clothes still filled our living room chairs for a couple days because there wasn't room in my closet.  My new closet is probably a third of the size of my old closet.  I did some sorting, I embraced some organization and I got it to work.  

I think I've bought three or four new clothing items since then.  And the excuse I always say is, "I don't have any room."

To be fair.  If I was more near the spectrum of enjoying shopping and enjoying new pieces all the time, I would donate clothes to make room for new items.  I'm just not.

I enjoy getting only a few pieces a year.  I usually spend more on them, they last a long time and I think pretty seriously about which companies I am supporting with my purchases.

I'll see something fun and my sister, Karen, will always say buy it.  (She veers a bit more towards shopping more often.)  I used to always say I'd think about it.  Now I usually say I have no room. ;)  It's a bit of a convenient excuse too.  

I usually feel like buying one, maybe two, pieces a season.  Although sometimes I skip winter.  For example, I went to purchase something to wear for my upcoming birthday (because the only thing I really want to wear is my favorite flannel...which I wore last year...and probably the year before.  Doesn't matter I love it.)  So I went to try some shirts on that I saw online and I hated all of them.  I believe I told Karen: I look dead in all of them.  So there's that and here's winter. ;)

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