midsummer resolution

as many of you know, last summer I went on a lil' detox, and stopped drinking... for a year. A whole year. An entire year. At the beginning it seemed extremely daunting, not least because my family is a bit wine-obsessed, and I really do value my palette and the pursuit of subtle tastes. You must imagine me, at one point during the year, spitting d'Yquem (don't tell Sean) and turning down Tig. It was tough, but in the end I did it, with minimal slip-ups, and I feel really good about the whole experience.

So now that I am back on the booze-wagon, I have been thinking about my all too hedonistic lifestyle. To combat the influence of Dionysus, I need a new focus upon which to stick a pretense of virtuousness. Thus, my new year-long pursuit:

I will not buy any new clothes.

For a year.

(I can't believe I just wrote that).

The idea of giving up new clothes is, for me, similar to giving up wine. I value clothes. I value fashion and taste and the art of clotheshorsery. I love hunting for vintage Marc Jacobs, and love that Marni top I found in a thrift shop *for $15!* Giving up new clothes is daunting. When I told B and K, they were like, WHY? Why give up that particular enjoyment? Why LOWER YOUR STANDARD OF LIVING, WOMAN?

Okay here are my reasons: I will save heaps of money, I will stop consuming-- at least in one area of my life-- conspicuously, I will be forced to be creative and borrow and sew, I will find things to do on my days off other than shopping.

And so it begins... until next July.. Goodbye, Holt Renfrew!