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Anita Darcel Taylor's avatar

I am putting this out here in defense of what I'm about to say. The last two months have been wretched in terms on my health. So sick, so limited, so overwhelmed, so anxious that tears were spilled many days. The only relief I received were from Xanax, French food, and shopping for children's books and clothes. Out went the self imposed restriction of five new items over the course of a year. So did attention to my Pinterest board. I went for comfort in the food I ate, the things I read, and the clothes I bought.

So here goes.

Three pair of mules, black, brown, and tan. I'd sworn off shoes some years ago because of discomfort. My feet simply were not made for most shoe styles. Or rather, the shoe industry refused to acknowledge that an 11 wide was within the parameters of what a woman might need. So the mules. Fit like a gloves, cute as heck, and deemed a must have.

Two purses. One cobalt blue, which is really a fantastic bag for carrying laptop for working in cafes and files to schlep to clinical trial. One red just because it was, again, cute as heck and actually did fall under the Pinterest category of accessories to punch up a neutral wardrobe although, of course, that's coincidental.

A simple cotton, sleeveless, midi peach dress because summers in Washington, DC are sweltering and light weight and light color clothes are imperative.

A white t-shirt dress for the same reason as above.

A maxi brown and beige, sleeveless linen dress because, no reason.

Cocoa colored, wide leg linen slacks. A random, impulse buy made in-store. Perfect fit (which is unusual for slacks for a woman 5'10").

Pink maxi linen skirt because masterfully tailored and stunning. Blew the budget.

White cotton A-line skirt because simple and beautiful and influenced by Vogue magazine, which touted it as an "essential" buy for the capsule spring wardrobe. Another budget buster.

Three white summer sweaters because unusual, on sale, and absolutely no excuse except happened upon them on a day tears were flowing.

None of these items fall under the "need" category except that at the time of purchase I didn't know how to get through the day without treating myself in the knee jerk way that I've learned to treat myself. Do I have buyers remorse? Not yet. Did I consult my Pinterest board? No. Did I take inventory of existing spring/summer wardrobe? Uh uh. Did I stop crying? Yes, but only because my cardiologist saw slight improvement. Surgery averted. For now.

Sometimes shopping is the only tool I can grab in my toolbox. And sometimes leaning on the familiar is the only thing I know how to do.

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Virginia Sole-Smith's avatar

This is so so helpful!!

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