All posts tagged: fashion

I am not just another consumer

It’s been more than nine months since I started this no-new-clothes-for-a-year New Year’s resolution. Sounds like an AA declaration and, in many ways, I think it’s a good comparison. Fashion binging is a nasty habit that I’ve kicked. And what a fitting time to be telling you what’s been born from this experiment. Nine months (closer to 10 months actually) has been the gestation time for delivering a me that no longer identifies as a consumer. I still buy stuff. Too much stuff. But not to keep up, to feel good or for something to occupy idle mind and hands. I consume out of a measured need or desire. The pangs of, “I want!” still clamour but there is a new inner voice that counters, “Do you need it?” “Will it make you feel better?” “Look at your already-bulging wardrobe!” When I have a spare Saturday afternoon (I know, as ludicrous as it sounds, it happens every so often), my mind doesn’t dart greedily to time rifling through clothes racks for that fashion item that …

My fashion faux pas

I nearly dislocated my shoulder in the fitting room at Vinnie’s. There was this top, you see. Cropped. Long-sleeved. Deep blue. BNWT (that’s Brand New With Tags for the novice used clothing shoppers among you). I plucked it off the rack and flounced into the change room, pulling that curtain fair off its plastic runners. Halfway through I realised things were going badly. Arms were in, but head was not. To push on, or to retreat? Well, I pushed on, didn’t I? Yes, I did. Until, with much grunting and jiggling, I saw light from out of that toddler-sized top, even if my arms were cantilevered from my earholes. I didn’t need to so much as glance in the mirror to know that this was not a keeper. My shoulders were screaming by now… and did I mention I had an audience? Miss Three was looking at me with a mix of bewilderment and fear. Is mummy ok? her wonky eyebrows queried. I was about to holler for scissors when the blasted top let go …

Part of me wishes I’d never made this NY resolution…

My New Year’s resolution this year is going to be tough. Three days in and I’m already wondering if this was a mistake. I mean, why would any thinking girl commit to NOT buying a new dress, new jeans, a new top for that friend’s birthday party – not buying a single item of new clothing for an entire year? 2017 is the year I’ve decided to refrain from buying any brand-spanking-new clothes. Any item of clothing accumulated in the next 12 months will come from op shops, markets, Gumtree, those Facebook pages you sell your old stuff on – or the wardrobes of friends who take pity on me! Underwear excluded. Underwear definitely excluded. About 85% of textiles end up in land fill; clothing is the second-largest source of pollution, after oil. We are a throw-away society. Fashion manufacturers are churning out new outfits as if they are everyday consumables like milk, toothpaste and toilet paper to keep up with our appetites for the trendiest, most ‘it’ clothing. Most of it is poor quality and …