As I looked at the two-feet-high piles of clothing around me, I realized that I had to change something.
I simply had way too much clothes.
After cleaning out my closet this summer, I’ve adopted this new goal of being less materialistic. Don’t get me wrong, I love fashion and lovely clothes, but I swore I hadn’t even seen some of those clothes, and I certainly had not worn half of them more than once, or even ever.
And I felt guilty. All the money I had spent on all that clothes -and this is just clothes I’m speaking of- could have gone towards helping others in need. I didn’t always spend money on myself, and I had given money every now and then. But the ratio was indisputably dominant on the Me end.
And all that investment in self-satisfaction, what did that do for me? Had it made me any happier? If so, happiness is surely an expensive thing.
This prompted me to greatly reduce the number of times I went to shopping malls. It wasn’t so hard to do, since dealing with the traffic and finding a parking spot could be enough reason to avoid shopping altogether.
On top of that, I donated clothes I wouldn’t wear to a nearby Goodwill. I couldn’t resist but to peep in while I was there, and I came back a happy, guiltless shopper: full-packed action classics and a beaded vintage bracelet I had fallen in love with—all for 3 whole dollars.
This commenced the replacement of shopping at the mall with thrifting.
When you find adorable oversized sweatshirts -perfect for this chilly weather- for $3, it’s hard to convince yourself that a sweatshirt at Victoria’s Secret is worth that $60.
I’m not saying that I’ll only shop at Goodwill, or that I’ll never purchase anything at a shopping mall; what I am saying is that thrifting at least on occasion is a healthy alternative to binge shopping: You purchase recycled items for bargain prices, and you help keep jobs for handicapped citizens.
And where else can you find books and films of all kinds, furniture, art, clothing, and other knick knacks that carry stories of many generations?