Baby, It’s Warm Outside
I’ve always envied people who live places that experience the changing of the seasons, as opposed to California, where no one thinks twice about going outside without a jacket in the middle of winter. Don’t even get me started about the flip flops. There is feeling beyond dismay that occurs when you wake up on what should be a beautifully crisp fall day, with a multi-layered, long-sleeved outfit laid out in you mental closet, only to check your weather app and see the daily temp is hitting a high of inferno by noon, with a low of FML-I’m-never-getting-an-opportunity-to-wear-my-Norma-Kamali-puffer-am-I? These are less than ideal times.
But enough about the weather, it’s the heart of the holiday shopping season, and you know what that means…we’re all about to be broke in thirty calendar days and searching for our elastic waist pants again. Kidding! But not really. We’re in prime discount season! Merry Christmas to you—but also to me, because I’ve been waiting for these boots to go on sale for three months and now the shipping is freeeee!
If you enjoy the feeling of dopamine flooding your sleep deprived system at 7am on Cyber Monday, then you’ve come to right place. We’re all addicts here. My habit looms over me every evening in the form of an overflowing rolling rack that my significant other decided would be best placed behind the couch instead of the middle of the living room. It now blocks out the overhead lighting, but at least his bicycle has a place to live inside the house and away from the elements. If only he shared the same reverence for the handmade gifts he receives each anniversary, which are relegated to live with the feral dust bunnies under his dresser. Alas, I digress…
My mother was always getting after me about “dragging” my feet when I walked, and just recently I realized that nagging not only applied to my locomotion, but to my approach to life as well. I often miss out on beautiful pieces by waiting too long or blundering the payment information when time of of the essence. Over time the losses amass, blocking my dopamine—much like my mountainous clothing rack, blocking out the light—until I am also left sitting alone in the dark with my defeat. When we get trapped within the walls of our respective mind palaces it’s easy to feel our losses more deeply that our triumphs. It’s simply our wiring. Life is not the prairie skirts we bought but the Comme des Garçon jackets we missed out on.
In an effort to put my money where my advice spews, I will be purchasing everything I fear will disappear from stores or my online shopping cart. (Insert selling feet pics joke here). I implore you to do the same, so that together we may bask in the sartorial elegance of a fly looking January. Just don’t forget to update your payment info, and happy spending!
