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Of the Month

24 Nov

I was browsing around, online shopping if you must, after I found a bit of money burning a hole in my pocket. I have been extremely good this year – Santa, can you hear me? – in not spending those hard earned pennies. Even when I found all my cashmere and wools had been violated by moths. I merely trudged on.

When I needed new pants or work gear, I became a frugalista.

When I wanted new funiture, I thrifted.

In trying to find a home for that money burning so hot I stumbled upon an ultimate gift. Shoes. Every month. For a Year.

It’s almost too much to bear, until you reach the price tag. For a mere $1,800, I could have a new pair of heels delivered to my door each month of 2010 – that works out to $150 per pair. Yikes! I do not currently own any garment that I paid more than $100 for, and those are the heavy hitter items – coats, cashmeres, etc. – and even those I stalked until they were around $100. But $150 pair of shoes each month? I’m sure they’re just gorgeous – especially after having seen all the shoes that came out of their catalog this previous year – but I think it would be daunting to wear a pair of shoes that cost that much – mostly because I would see every pair as having cost $1,800. Though I’m sure I would get over it…

This puts Fruit of the Month clubs to shame!


Spare Change

5 Oct

After all the misery that was the end of last weeks work week, I started to look around my apartment and wonder where exactly all my debt was sitting. I know a big chunk is sitting in my closet – with bows on their toes and leather straps with gold buckles – the non-negotiables – but realistically – where does my budget go?

It’s almost the end of the year and I am still staring at a huge portion of debt; $2500 to be exact. Well, ok, $2494.13 to really be exact. But the scary thing is that money is the credit hindering debt I wanted most to be gone once December got here. And I really am no closer on that portion. What’s worse is the list of things that I wanted to purchase but would only do so once the number was lower, much lower, is no where closer. The iPhone for my 27th birthday … didn’t happen. No camera. Certainly no Dyson (I know. Getting older makes you reevaluate things. Like a Dyson vs. Hoover. Seriously. Wackadoodle.) Some sort of vacation. Ahhhhh!

Even with all my curtailed spending and resistance of coupons and free $10 gift cards, I seem to be not as far ahead as I wanted by this time. And, as such, am no closer to getting the things I want in my life.

After reading each others posts and realizing I’m not the only one who looks to buy these finer things (And Adaena’s very solid query: Is asking for this camera (and a Vespa scooter and a weekend in Paris) really too much? What’s a girl to do?) I couldn’t help but wonder …

How did I get to this point?

I’ve fudged my budget more than I should.

With all the things I have bought – accruing debt or not – I have too much. I have 2 almost identical skirts and 2 almost identical jackets and around 10 almost identical summer dresses. (Need a summer dress with a blue geometric pattern?) With that being said … I think I have found a strong contributor to my debt: procrastination and laziness. If I actually bothered to keep track of and care for everything I had in the way I truly would like to, I might not be out and about so much and could better evaluate what I actually need. $30 is a great deal for a dress and $5.00 is even better, but they still add up!

Late last night I got that burst of energy that only comes between 2 and 5 in the morning and started to go through my apartment – A vein attempt at getting organized, which I now see is key to this whole thing continuing to work out. But I have kept so many things I don’t need simply because they’re not “worn out”. Jeans from college I never have a prayer of fitting into again (I will never be a 26 again. Nor do I want to be); Shirts that would be better off in someone else’s ragpile; skirts that I never looked good in, but didn’t get rid of for god knows why. All stuff. All things. All impeding me from really being totally happy.

It’s a weight on my shoulders to go home sometimes because my apartment can get away from me quickly. Full time job, 3 or 4 freelance works, a night or two out on the town and I’m spent. The last thing I want to do is vacuum and dust. Fold laundry. Do dishes. When in reality, if I did those things more frequently than I currently do, I might have seen better results toward my overall yearly goal.

I always say I’m an organized mess, but sometimes, I’m just a mess. I need to get organized. I found a desk at St. V d P a few weeks ago and at $15 it was a steal. It has drawers for organizing my bills, my doodles, my odds and ends. And it’s helping out in my living room immensely. I’m working on getting a table at which I can eat – bar height if you’re looking out for me – and I’ve noticed that it’s all helping.

With “keeping up with my apartment” in place, I’ve seen more effort on my part to not use the credit card at all (even though it racks up serious points for paying my cell and cable bills) and am working gradually at whittling down my closet. I don’t need all that I’ve got, so I’m going to start thinking of it as depriving others of my deal hunting prowess. Tomorrow morning all those college jeans go to St. V d P and I reclaim 3 shelves – it’s a big step, even though they’re small shelves.

Mad about Mad Men

12 Aug


I’m mad about Mad Men. And no. Not in a good way.

I tried to enter their contest yesterday but their servers for the contest were so bombarded that you couldn’t log on to save your life. Bummer, too, because it was for a potential walk-on spot on the show. I’d love to meet January Jones and Jon Hamm, but I’d really love to be outfitted by wardrobe in 60’s garb. Something very sleek would be cool. A wool gabardine dress. A lady coat. Oh I can just see it. Buttons up the back and pearls. I’d love every minute of it. Especially if I also got to wear a hat!

I love hats. I think I inherited that from my mother. She looks great in hats. That’s one of her fashion vices. While growing up, she was excited to be an adult so that she could wear all different kinds of hats with her outfits, but as she came of age, the hat-wearing culture was past it’s prime. I still love a good hat, though, and have way more than one person needs, especially since some hats are way too job specific. There are only so many places you could wear a beach sun hat. A pillbox hat would be nice. Matching the wool dress and with a hat pin. *sigh*

I’ll probably be as close to wearing a pillbox as I will be to filming a scene with Betty Draper or Peggy Olson. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Sometimes I think it would be cool if people still dressed in a 60’s ish manner. I know it’s unrealistic but I loved the style. Men wore suits and women wore dresses. People tried to be polished more so then than now and it was more out of place to be dressed shabbily. Nowadays you dress up and people ask if you’ve got an interview or are going to a funeral. Oh well. I can still channel the 60’s into my own wardrobe. And I just might start with a hat!

Highland Dryland

12 May


Though my collection of wellies is neither as vast or as visually interesting as this photo implies – I do have a collection of wellies… And though ‘collection’ may be a bit of a strong term as I have just two pairs of the English Gardening favorite – and two pair seems to be enough as I can never remember to wear either set.

Living in Pittsburgh, they are a necessity for the Springtime when the sky can open up at a moments notice and drop a few ounces of cold water on your exposed toes and recently refurbished leather heels. Way to go me.

But the point here isn’t so much Pittsburghs weather (believe you me, that needs an entirely separate and solitary entry) as it is collections.

I’ve recently realized (and been told) that I have a lot of things in my apartment. And I do, I’m not denying it. Things that I’ve held on to for years and years for one sentimental reason or another, as well as the accumulation of other things without a sentimental reason (not to mention those that I’ve held onto for sentimental reasons but can no longer remember what that reason was – frustrating!) I’m not so bad that if something breaks I hold onto it instead of pitching, but I have a lot of junk taking up prime real estate in my already small apartment.

I have three closets in my apartment – none of which are large or in my bedroom (a true disadvantage for a “collector” such as myself) – and the only one I use on a regular basis is a regular nightmare. The two closets in my living room are now cleaned out, but the “walk-in” in my hallway is still screaming for a facelift – erm – floorlift (let’s not even talk about the holiday decorating fiesta currently housed in my basement storage unit). And so I’ve begun to purge.

And man alive does it feel good – it helps with the plastic fast and with the prime real estate recovery – I thought I was going to have to move! Shoes that never really fit? Gone. Belts I wore once in college? See ya. Clothes I can’t put on – let alone pull off? Hello Goodwill!

I’m only halfway through with the overhaul and am getting ready for the first-midnight-over-stuffed-car-trip-to-the-donation-center-run. Initially I was thinking I would donate in person and receive the tax credit but then part of me thought anonymous might be better – lest I be caught …


Day 15

11 Mar



I’ve spent the better part of an hour trying to figure out if there are any in the shopping suppression. The reason for the debate? eBay.

Wikipedia states that a Loophole is a weakness or exception that allows a system, such as a law or security, to be circumvented or otherwise avoided. Loopholes are searched for and used strategically in a variety of circumstances, including taxes, elections, politics, the criminal justice system, or in breaches of security.

I concede that Lent was not among the things listed but I’ve lingered on the words “searched for” and “used strategically” for two reasons: 1 – I am still wanting to be “searching” for shoes and 2 – all I can hear in my head when I get to that point in the sentence is Will Ferrell saying “strategery”, but oddly enough it’s in the voice/tone he used while playing Alex Trebeck on SNL Jeopardy. Go figure.

I was checking my email – something it looks like I haven’t done in days – and attempting to delete 50 or so emails (sale notices) waiting for me when I noticed an email from eBay letting me know my watched auction was coming to a close. Soon.  Bid now.

Which started me thinking about the last time I had been on eBay. I know it’s been a while, but for an auction to be on my watch list, it would have to be up for a month and I would have been on eBay about 3 weeks ago. Shortly before I made my fast, I logged into eBay to take a peak at a few dresses and put a zillion of them (with matching shoes) in the watch list. The dress left in the list, well, it’s pretty damn expensive. Not something I could afford, regardless of Lent, I was probably thinking that if it didn’t sell, being in my watch list it would pop back up relisted … maybe at a lower price. In 9 days, we’ll see.

But the conundrum is this. Another item I had been wanting closed for a mere $10.50 and shipping. Something that would have originally cost over $100.

Back to Loopholes.

My theory is this: A loophole will work if it is able to be applied across the board to all who have given up something. If someone were to generously offer purchase something for me and hold on to it til easter, I could, at that point pay you back. Then, I haven’t technically bought anything.

So, if it can be figured out how I can eat the sweets and treats others have given up for Lent and pass the enjoyment on at Easter, I’m golden.

Day 3

27 Feb

All women covet this closet. If they say they don’t, they’re lying to you.

I love Heineken advertisements. They’re always so dead on in regard to the sexes. I only wish my walk-in had this many built-ins.

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