I have made it to the end of week 2, which means I have gone 14 days without purchasing anything for myself. I know for some of you this seems like a ridiculous thing to document, as you could go a whole year without purchasing something for yourself. To you I say - DON’T YOU JUDGE ME!

There are however, others of you who think my sacrifice is heroric, as you can’t go more than a few days without at least browsing (hi Mo!). To this group of people I say, DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME!

One of the things I’ve noticed this week as I avoid some of my fav websites and attempt to stay out of the stores, is that I’ve officially begun to grieve my consumerism. Apparently there are five recognized stages of grief. I went straight to the third stage of grief, bargaining. I guess I skipped the first two stages because I am really advanced, don’t be jealous. How did I know I was involved in emotional bargaining this week? Here are some of the questions I asked myself:

Can I buy an animal? Bunnies are cute.

Do bra’s count? I mean they go UNDER your clothes.

Make-up is a necessity right? Like water and food?

Honestly, I am afraid that by day 60 I am going to be like a rabid animal running around tearing at my hole-ridden clothes and shouting that, THE END IS NIGH!!!! Seriously what if I get the no-shopping “bends“…can that happen? Crap. I should have done more research.

Don’t fret my friends, if and when I do completely loose my mind (aka total fashion sense), I promise there will be pictures before I am carted off to the psych ward/Marshalls.

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