I'm a shopaholic. I'll be the first to admit it. For as long as I can remember I've always loved to shop. It's a passion passed on from my mom, whose walk-in closet has always been filled to the brim with clothing and accessories. So much so to this day that now she has taken over my childhood bedroom for additional storage.
I've always had fun shopping. It functions as a form of therapy, a social activity, it *feels* exciting and rewarding. But in the last year I have started to realize it is also distracting, time consuming, and costly. A few weeks ago I looked around my small one bedroom apartment, bursting at the seems with all the item's I've accumulated over the years (including clothing I've been holding on to for over 10 years, things I haven't worn since high school) and realized something's got to give. This is not the way I want to enter my (gasp) 30s.Read More