D told me about this book he saw that Sheryl Crow wrote about having cancer and it sounded kinda frivolous. Nothing wrong with that, as everyone takes this stuff pretty seriously 99% of the time. But I guess there is some chapter in the book about going shopping to make yourself feel better.
I think I might be doing that a little bit. Or at least it seems like a side effect of all this has been that I feel pretty justified in buying myself stuff. For reference, see eyeglass shopping post.
Don't get me wrong. I haven't gone crazy and bought those leather leggings that are so of-the-moment but so not a sustainable fashion choice. For anyone. But I have been seizing some opportunities to shop.
I feel kind of OK about this. I think there is definitely a lot to be said about feeling more in control of your life when you look a little more put-together. After I had C and none of my clothes fit for months (OK, years) I felt so frumpy and dishevelled and like I was presenting this image that I could not manage to dress myself properly while caring for a baby. Which was mostly true.
But I've felt better lately when I've had something to wear. Something that fits. And I'm even accessorizing more often! So I guess I'm embracing this retail therapy bullsh*t.
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