Au revoir, high-waisted skirt from H&M.
I returned this skirt because, truthfully, I never wore it. I was more in love with the idea of the skirt than the skirt itself. So sad, because it’s such a darling little skirt… but true, nonetheless.
I am probably the only girl that begins to feel guilty & sorry for her garments, as though they are dear friends of mine. I try my best to keep my clothes in a heavy rotation, so that I give them each a decent amount of wear, showing them kindness & care as the years pass. This makes me a weird girl, I know, but I love each little piece in my closet separately because they make my spontaneous wardrobe. (Much like trees make a forest.) Each one of items has a memory… & I treat them like trusty partners in crime.
This skirt, however, was not spared. The only memories I had with this delightful skirt have been frustration, for each time I put it on, I felt a tinge of regret & remorse because I just didn’t like it. So, I returned it to H&M. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a full refund (the date of that said refund had expired), but they did give me store credit; a grand total of $37 & some useless change. I bought a purse (as seen here) with that store credit, having more than twenty dollars left over.
I do not regret my decision in giving back the skirt. I know that it has gone to a better place — right back on the clothes rack for someone else to enjoy more fully. Good riddance.
Au revoir, you darling little jeaned jumper.
While I rejoice at the sight of triple digits on the scale, I hate it when I become so much bigger that I grow out of my most favorite garments. It’s really a contradicting thing & I’m unsure of which I hate more: gaining weight to the point of having to give away my treasures, or being able to fit into the same things I wore when I was in 7th grade. (I suppose the latter would win, if I had to be completely practical.) Why must we grow up & get bigger? The money I would have saved if all of the clothes I have worn in the (almost) 21 years of my life could still fit me…
I really didn’t want to see this jumper go, but, alas… it was too small. Reluctantly, I laid it to rest at the nearest thrift shop, hoping that it would find happiness & bliss with some one else. If not… oh well.
Au revoir, my amazingly comfortable linen, pleated shorts.
The only reason I was rid of these shorts was because these shorts wrinkled too quickly, & I hate ironing; absolutely loathe the chore. Moreover, I hate spending ample time ironing, only to sit down for 30 minutes & find that the wrinkles are back. One day of wear in those shorts made me look like I got hit by a bus & dragged a few miles.
Thankfully, Target has a wonderful return policy & they paid me back in full for the shorts, in spite of the obvious wrinkles. If I can find shorts of the same concept somewhere else that are made of a different fabric, I will definitely purchase them.
For now, though, no more impulse buying for me.
With an exception of the jeaned jumper, which was purchased ages ago, everything I have returned & given away over the last several weeks have all been impulse buys. It’s a terrible habit; I see something seemingly fabulous on a rack somewhere & instantly buy it, not even once thinking of what I could possibly pair it with in my closet, or if I even like it. But I feel like I must have it in my wardrobe because, well… I don’t have anything like that. Terrible.
I think it’s safe to say that I now have a very good idea of what my style involves. I am realizing more & more that I am very simple (with a touch of androgynous-ness) in my fashion statements & I tend to shy away from frilly, girly things, unless I am in the mood for feeling extra femme. Thus, the reason I gave that skirt back. I feel a bit shameful for admitting that the skirt was too girly for me, but indeed it was. Never again will I forsake my personal taste just for the thrill of buying something new.
I have certainly learned my lesson.
(but really… does any of this really matter?)