'Tis the Season

Today is laundry day and I am wearing clean jeans and a decent looking non-t-shirt. It's sort of a disgrace that I can manage clean clothes after the pile of dirties that was waist high, let alone jeans and a shirt I wouldn't be afraid of going out in public in. And even then we're not even considering the bag of dry cleaning waiting to visit the cleaners.

It is safe to say I have too many clothes.

I can't make excuses for it. I love buying new clothes, making new outfits and the all around having of stuff.

I love the stuff part of it but it's getting out of control. I mean seriously  I just bought a dress for a holiday party and while I am super excited about the dress I'm super excited to do the shopping to get the necessary "stuff" to make the outfit complete.

I bought the shoes (on sale!) and earrings, bangles and a cocktail ring to pull the whole thing together. Silver and gold and the prettiest of cobalts. All to go with my 40s style  dress with a bit of a modern twist. 

Then I got home. 

For the first time I am suffering buyers remorse, and not the "I'm so broke I shouldn't have done that" buyers remorse, more the I have plenty of crap that will match the dress kind of buyers remorse. I don't get this! What happened to the liking of the stuff? 

Who the hell am I?

Since it is now the season of intense materialism I have decided to rebel...no I haven't I will still be buying presents for people, though I'm going to try to buy less crap and more things that will be used or enjoyed. And I'm not saying everyone is getting cookies in a reused cardboard box but you know something along those lines.

If you have any ideas let me know! I'll be at the mall returning crap.