I didn't notice what a negative effect this all had on me until last week. I came home from a harmless errand run with a new denim jacket and striped tee shirt. While I adore my new items, I really didn't need them. At all. When I got home, I looked at the shopping bags and went into a minor panic attack. I just kept thinking: Am I addicted to buying things? It is so easy for me to spend money. Am I a shopaholic? I have tried very hard in my life to not become any sort of "aholic" or addict; and becoming dependent on shopping is the last thing I need in my life right now. I trudged to my bedroom and prepared to hang the jacket and shirt up (notice how returning the items never once crossed my mind). When I turned on the bedroom light and looked at the closet, I felt even more weighed down. All of my clothes looked ugly. I hated all of them. While hanging up the new clothes, an idea introduced itself to my mind.
I walked into the second bedroom (which we use as an office/library) and walked inside the massive "craft closet." The floor was still covered with boxes from moving in and my crafting supplies, save the Christmas boxes, were in no particular order. I instantly started condensing everything down and moving the boxes to storage. By the time I was finished, I had an entire walk-in closet with tons of free space and three (count em) three different-leveled racks for hanging clothes.
I emptied out all of my clothing from the awkward, depressing, seven-foot tall bedroom closet. Now, my things are arranged exactly the way I want them (jackets, blazers, button ups, blouses, basic tee shirts, graphic tee shirts, tank tops, skirts, dresses). There is a place for my jeans, my sweaters, my belts, and my scarves. I am hanging a tall mirror on the wall and plan to hang up more lights for better lighting.
It is a work in progress (I'm still tidying up and organizing everything). But it's amazing how much love I feel for my clothing now; and much I don't think about shopping anymore.
Now I just have to find a place for all of my shoes...