Shopping 101 or Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
This morning, I entered my inner sanctum (a.k.a closet) hopeful for a miracle.
What kind of miracle? You know, the kind where that unloved article of
clothing you’ve never worn suddenly is exactly what you need.
Glancing around, the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of
gorgeous but one-size-too-small pants I picked up a few years back. I’m
not sure what I was thinking when I bought them. Maybe that I’d
finally lose those last few pounds and they’d suddenly fit perfectly,
like a glove? As if.
And then there’s the fabulous wool sweater I snagged at TJ Maxx. It
was discounted so many times they were practically paying me to buy it.
Even though, it felt like sandpaper when I tried it on, who could resist getting a three hundred dollar sweater for 15 bucks? Maybe clothing,like fine wine,improves with age. I told myself, one day I’d put it on and
it would be baby-skin soft.
I’m still waiting for that day. If only there was a morning-after pill
for bargains gone wrong.
At least half a dozen times now, I’ve sincerely tried
to give away these painful reminders of sales gone wild. It always
plays out the same way.
First, I’ll grab a full-size trash bag. Not one of those wimpy kitchen
ones. No, I’m going all the way this time, I tell myself. Bag in hand,
I courageously enter the closet and begin the fashion inquisition.
“Have I outgrown you, are you outdated, will I ever wear you again?
My favorites beam back at me through their cellophane wrappers proof positive thatthey are truly loved because I take extra precaution to keep them safe.
Then it starts to get harder when I get to the things I only wear
occasionally, or that I’ve worn too much. Still, with each one I can
imagine wearing them again, or at least one more time. This black
dress might be a little too short now, but I wore it to that amazing party.
I danced all night long, ate too-many desserts and didn’t gain an ounce!
That dress has to be featured in a diet ad!
Finally, I get to the whole point of the exercise – all of those
purchases gone wrong. 90% off, who could resist such a deal? Apparently, not me.
I pause on each article of clothing and try to imagine wearing them…one day…in a not too distant future. Maybe I will be invited to an event where this isthe only perfect outfit. Plus, I have 3 different sets of jewelry to pair with it so it must have value.
Doubt encircles and that little nagging voice “you’ll be sorry, but sometimes I’m strong enough to carelessly toss the item into a bag. Yes, carelessly, because if I express my hesitation the clothes will try to convince me to let them stay.
After an exhausting emotional battle with my closet, I stand there with a
mostly-empty bag resting near my feet, filled with a mixed amount of
desire and despair. I start to have second thoughts.
With a sigh, I tenderly remove the cast-offs and hang them up again. And so the cycle begins anew.
How long do you hold onto a bad buying decision before letting it go?
Maybe that’s what retail therapy should really be about – the
relationship between the buyer and the bought. Breaking up is hard to
do, even when the object of your affection doesn’t excite you like it
used to and never really quite fit you in the first place.
Readers, please share your tips on how to let go without feeling the
empty-hanger syndrome. How do you say goodbye to a good buy?
And by the way…what’s in your closet?