{"id":1410,"date":"2008-12-29T03:19:58","date_gmt":"2008-12-29T11:19:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=1410"},"modified":"2008-12-29T03:19:58","modified_gmt":"2008-12-29T11:19:58","slug":"look-at-what-i-didnt-buy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/look-at-what-i-didnt-buy\/","title":{"rendered":"Look at What I Didn’t Buy!"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have been craving a pair of sequin leggings ever since I saw some on the glorious Queen Michelle<\/a>. But every pair I’ve seen online were either much too expensive or too shoddy looking. Then I saw these, on sale at Express for $59, minus another twenty per cent.<\/p>\n

I started to order them, and even got to the penultimate step, where you review your order before clicking the click that completes the purchase. And here it came to me like a religious epiphany: I have nowhere to wear those sequin leggings, and I wouldn’t wear them even if I did!<\/strong><\/p>\n

The cold reality of that truth was impossible to refute. It would be a complete waste of money. I removed the leggings from my cart and left the website. It was the first time I’ve backed out of an online purchase. It was a fucking miracle.<\/p>\n

If you knew me better, you’d know how many unworn shoes I have, not to mention the dresses and skirts I will never wear, because I’m just not comfortable in dresses and skirts. The fact that I’ll never wear them has not stopped me from my appointed rounds, however. My craving was all that mattered. As Vogue magazine used to put it years ago, things were there “to own and collect.” Shoes, sweaters, jackets, whatever.<\/p>\n

The impulse to Own and Collect has cost me a fucking fortune. Some of it, I don’t regret. But there comes a point where you know you have six leather jackets…maybe you<\/em> don’t, but I do. At least I wear most of them, unlike the $650 cashmere dress that I bought because it was marked down to $99.<\/p>\n

Knowing that I can live without owning those sequin leggings is a revolutionary idea for me. It’s also a little sad, because it means I’m acknowledging that I’m just too old for some fashions. Nobody wants to see a 55 year old women in leggings. I certainly don’t.<\/p>\n

Today, I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a black wool motorcycle jacket when I took my sons out for lunch. I looked pretty good, I think. I checked out the senior menu, but it was all crap. I ordered regular food, and I didn’t think about age again until I smashed my head getting into the car.<\/p>\n

I hope I can continue to not shop, It’s a very empowering feeling. It means I’m in control of something, for a change. And it means more sequins left for the rest of you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"