I picked up a copy of Adena Halpern's Target Underwear and a Vera Wang Gown
I'm sort of a fashion scrooge, I think.
Well, really, I love beautiful clothes. I enjoy looking through catalogs and fantasizing about owning cashmere sweaters, dresses of velvet and satin, or the perfect pair of butt-flattering jeans. And even though I do regularly spend money on clothes, I do so quite begrudgingly and with loads of guilt. The guilt doesn't so much come from the money that I spend (although that can certainly be a factor). Rather the guilt comes from buying a commodity that, deep-down, I see as superficial, even worthless. Because I know that my body rarely needs new clothing. I have a closet and a chest of drawers full of items that I can wear for warmth and protection. So the guilt of from knowing that any clothing that I purchase is solely for my vanity. I do not NEED new clothes. So why do I keep buying them?
And I also know that clothing manufacturers routinely exploit women in developing countries, that many cloth fibers are grown in ways that pollute our environment, and that the modest amount of money I spend on clothes each month could easily support a family in Africa.
So, taking all of that into account, what's a girl to do? Blow off fashion and continue wearing (and re-wearing) older clothes? Only buy from environmentally-responsible companies? Buy clothes with impunity, knowing that one's choices are hardly a fraction of a drop in the bucket compared to worldwide consumption?
6 comments:
I love clothes and hate them at the same time. I go through phases of trying to look nice and then trying to look like I don't care (hypocritical?). I also hate shopping. I also wish I could design and make my own clothes because it's always hard to find anything even similar to the clothes I envision in my head. I am recalling one of your previous posts and thinking maybe I should not try so hard.
Brooke:
I think I am a bit of a broken record. I can't get this topic out of my brain because I continue to feel guilty about it. I know what I want to do (totally simplify and wear functional rather tan fashionable clothes), but I just can't get past the social barrier in doing so. Ugh.
I know, me too. Frustration!
I think this is the lifelong struggle with all things materialistic. Need vs. Want, what actually qualifies as a need (does social acceptance qualify as a need psychologically, etc.), and how do we decide?
I have decided for me personally that what qualifies as a need will always shift.
Jana
I have been reading your blog for a few months now (i am a friend of Elise) i enjoy your thoghts, you seem to be very down to earth.
I too love to look at clothes and when it come time to buy them i feel guilty. Although i have no problem spending the money and time on my husbands clothes. Only recently have i decided that how i feel in the clothes is more important then how others see me or the reasonalbe amount of money i spend on them. right now i am 5 months pregnant (and showing big time) and although i know being pregnant means gaining weight it has been really hard for me to do that. I really only feel "good" about my self when i am in maternity clothes, i have spent more on clothes in the last 4 months then i had 2 years before that... (not to say i have not stayed in a budget because i have and friends that i have shoped with think i am crazy for not spending more)
I see i would rather save for household things then to buy my self clothes.
as far as what i have chosen to do is make sure i dress so i feel good.
Jen:
Thanks for chiming in on this topic! When I was pregnant I did two things to save money on clothes purchases:
1) borrowed maternity clothes from recently-pregnant friends.
2) I wore my husband's clothes (his jeans and such were perfect for those not-quite-into-maternity clothes months.
I still stocked up on some basics, though, like a comfortable pair of black pants, a church dress, etc. I found that Target was a good source for T-shirts, jeans, and shorts.
Congrats on the pregnancy and good luck with everything :)
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