Friday, March 30, 2012

No Shopping April

One of the goals on my list was to tackle my shopping addiction. In order to do this, and for a plethora of other reasons (like... hmmmm....I have more clothes than fit in my closet), I have decided to try not to purchase anything during the month of April. I made this "law" for myself in March and it seemed like a great idea because March was my birthday and I was flush with presents and new things to enjoy. But, like all addictions, my desire to shop is entirely unreasonable and has nothing to do with need.

I made the promise to myself not to buy anything on Monday while shopping with my mother. Yesterday, I had already bought a chap stick that I did not need. No one said quitting was easy.

FYI: One of the subcategories of addiction under the general shopping addiction is lip gloss addiction. Somehow I justified to myself that it was not an actually "lip gloss" because it was in the cold aisle, and it was from Walgreens. Doesn't count. Obvi. It was not technically April anyway.

I still have a few days left to buy something frivolous before I commit (which is not really the spirit of the law, but it is the letter...). I used to keep a food journal to monitor my caloric intake. That's pretty common. Lots of people do it. But, what I need now is a shopping journal. And what better way to cure yourself of something embarrassing than to publicize it in order to induce personal humiliation. So, let the journaling commence. Do I have to be honest? Ugh. I love shopping. Shopping, I will miss you. Until we meet again...

P.S. Manicures do not count. I am still getting those. Don't even.

Is Color King?

I am constantly debating the merits of white/cream/neutral rooms with a few touches of color versus the highly eclectic, colorful, boho vibe that I currently have going on in my apartment. I think that neutral rooms look lovely, but there are so many amazing colors in the world. Why limit myself?

One reason I've come up with lately is that color is amazing, but it can also get stale fairly quickly. For instance, I have a very colorful Anthropologie rug in my living room, which fancies up an otherwise fairly bland space. We are renting, so we chose not to paint anything, which is pretty much giving me angina every time I look at the all white walls. And there is wall-to-wall carpeting. My rug was an attempt to spice up my life. When I first rolled it out, I was madly in love. But, like every honeymoon period, I am now wondering what I've gotten myself into as the magic wears off.

Next time--more neutral basics, and I will incorporate color in easily changeable options like pillows, trays, candles, and throws. Seems like a good compromise.

I am loving gray walls. It is neutral, but not white, beige, or cream, and it surprisingly warms up a space. In conclusion, my next project will involve gray walls, a neutral couch and chairs, and colorful gems (which I will purchase when I make a pilgrimage to my very own mecca--Furbish Studio. Oh how I long to see it.)

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Identity Crisis

Now I have to figure out what kind of blog this is. I love style blogs, but I am not going to post pictures of myself in "outfits." My outfits are not cool enough, and no one is getting out of bed at five am to take pictures of me on my way to work.

I love interior blogs, but I have too much to say to post a lot of pictures of couches.

I am obsessed with make-up, but there will be no close ups of my face on the internet. (At least not until I have already established my fame.)

I think this is going to be "a little of everything" blog.

By the way, I would like to edit one of my goals for the future. Perhaps "Stop Obsessing" should just be "Make peace with my thighs." Seriously, when did they get so big? My future children are doomed.


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Bring it On

Phew. I'm here. Today it has already been four days since my twenty-ninth birthday, which means that I am already four days late on embarking on my project of blogging at least five days a week throughout my twenty-ninth year. Way to go, me.

But, better late than never. And recently I have noticed that I am perpetually late.

I am obsessing over turning 30, and I am going to put out into the universe (Oprah and The Secret style) things I hope to accomplish in the next 361 days.

1. Pay off credit card debt.
2. Get pregnant! (Exclamation point warranted.)
3. Finish my novel.
4. Keep a blog. (That means regular posting, lady.)
5. Take a class in interior design.
6. Work out. (And actually push myself.)
7. Stop obsessing. (Impossible, but hey, why not put it on the list?)
8. Turn my shopping obsession into something productive or profitable (What would this thing be? I have no idea.) (By the way, do I actually have a shopping addiction? If so, get treatment.)


That seems like a good start.

Now, I think, according to The Secret, I am just supposed to put my wishes into the universe and they will be responded to in a timely manner. So, here we go. I'm waiting...