Michael Kors, Ray Bans, and my Claddagh.

So, I have a couple basics to my look: my white gold claddagh ring from my Grandma Barb, my white leather Michael Kors watch from my mother, and my tortoise shell Ray Bans from my parents. Now, although these are wonderful basics- I would like to extend this three part equation... How do I do this without buying clothes, you may ask.... Well... I make lists of what I'd like.

So, here's the moral of the story- this jacket will eventually be a staple for me. And I think it's pretty dang snazzy, so, you guys should get one! Support the edgy chic of Abercrombie and Fitch. And please don't discriminate against their risque advertising- it's skin. Come on and suck it up.

Okay, so I have to admit--- I'M DYING HERE--- I WANT TO GO SHOPPING WITH MONEY I DON'T HAVE!

At first the whole plaid parade was annoying, and, I thought- so overplayed. I mean really, a Plaid dress made from flimsy cotton? You're kidding yourself if you think that an entirely checked dress is going to compliment your body. Now granted, it's true- it's passable- but flattering- no. Sweetie, stick to one type of stripe- not fifteen.

However, I'd like to point out that American Eagle is selling FLANNEL plaid shirts-- the only legitimate kind aaaaannnnndddd to top it off-- they're on sale. So, while I don't buy clothes and sit online during my morning news and drool over retail- GO get some legitimate plaid.

uh... labor day was months ago..

Last time I check you were NOT supposed to wear white pants, shoes, or purses after Labor Day. Now, I am jealous of some beautiful white jeans that I have been seeing gracing the ASU downtown campus, BUT, it is still fashionably ILLEGAL to be partaking in such drapery.

If I were to break the rules, however, of both my clothing freeze and the labor day rule-- I would be shopping at Nordys for some Sevens, or my dear friend Abercrombie for some Erin ripped ones.

Just sayin....

Plaid Perfection

This jacket is under the dictionary as beautifully made and perfect for the author of Shrinking my style. I think it's fair to say that you can relate to my desire for this coat. However, I will not be purchasing it, and instead, making it my desktop photo. I am getting that desperate... 10 more months.

Aren't these beautiful?? Yea, I want them. And they're from Anthropologie (.com) and I cannot afford them. And you know they'd be made nicely. And I would look great in them, and I could dance around the yoga studio and feel like Alessandra Ferri. Right?

Well, instead, I'll just look at these beautifully crafted cotton coverings and sigh. I mean, even the mannequins calf is accentuated nicely. I could pull that off. Pul-ease.

My instead.. Ummm.. I don't have an instead purchase. Not yet. Maybe tonight I'll go out for dinner and get pasta and a drink (instead of free water)- en lieu of these luscious leggings....

Cappuccinos and Cigarettes

I crave an sheer wrap with a worn-in cotton fitted tee. Ooh- and leggings.

Instead, I'll buy a cappuccino with my store credit. Like that one time I wanted an ethnic-y tank top from Urban Outfitters before I went out, and bought cigarettes instead. Yea, to purge my retail shopping, I find other things I need or want instead. So tonight I'll pretend I'm wearing a worn-in fitted tee with a sheer wrap and perfectly hugging leggings while I sip my vanilla extra dry cappuccino.

Hump-ditty-hump

This morning I got my skinny ass out of bed to go run stairs. And then I decided to jump rope. And I finally settled on a city run to the YMCA. There's one tiny problem. Although my leggings fit me fine, I bet I could find some that fit better! See, as I'm jogging up the outside mall stairs, I realize, ewww, I might have cameltoe (the feared wedge of one's crotch part of the pants riding so tightly that it resembles.. yes, a camel's toe). My preceeding thoughts, "If I could only buy some nice breezy workout capris-- the kind from Dick's that are black, stretchy, manage to never show underwear lines, and have that little flair at the side....."

No, I did not race home and immediately purchase a pant of this fashion. I did weights and sat in the sauna instead. I think I might buy myself a coffee today instead of spending my money on clothes. Booooooo!

I'm Starved

So, I put my self up to this enormously annoying goal. I've decided to purge my purse of retail purchases. Yes, I just said three "p" words related to my goal.

I set this goal about three months ago and I'm regretting it, yet falling asleep oh-so-soundly knowing there is more dispensable possibilities of good food. See, I live in a dorm, I sleep in a dorm, I eat dorm food, and I work FOR the dorm. Therefore, the food isn't always my favorite, and because I do not have a full-time off campus job or life- spending money on clothes is foolish and only more stressful. So- my money that would be spent on clothes is now going towards a soup AND salad at dinner.

Let's talk boots. See, my mind runs very fast and frankly, I relate everything to retail. The grocery bill from this past week included fresh produce, coffee, and cleaning materials. Although my parents did foot this bill, think---- that $33.67 would've gone towards a Steve Madden score at Ross or part of a $55 splurge at DSW Michael Kors. Instead, I'm eating fresh produce, washing my clothes (that aren't new), and NOT wearing new boots.

Ugh.