Well, many things are my Achilles heel. Pretty things, dusty vintage finds, shiny objects because I’m a magpie, lipsticks promising to be that perfect shade of red. I’m a sucker and very far away from the minimalist mentality. Yet I carry on, hoping that somehow I will magically transform myself into a minimalist, breathing open uncluttered air and swinging my arms through my barren apartment without tripping over anything.
I bought a straw sunhat and maxi dress yesterday because they were cute and I was convinced that they would be perfect on a beach vacation and they were on sale. Did I need them? Of course not. I tried to convince myself that the dress looks minimal, so that kinda counts, doesn’t it? I know, I know, it doesn’t.
Minimalism 101 is just don’t go shopping. If you are getting rid of stuff, don’t go out and get more. Avoid sales because they will only tempt you to buy more things you don’t need.
I am a very bad minimalist student. I will rap my own knuckles and put away my purchases and feel guilty.