Buy nothing/Don’t Covet
My intense creative focus, a snowstorm and a tremendously grouchy little scalawag kept me so busy this week that I barely had time to breathe, let alone covet. I’ll be honest and say this is the first time since December that I didn’t hate myself most of the week for wanting things I shouldn’t have.
At one point, the eldest scalawag lost his gloves and ordered me to go buy him a new pair while he was at school. A. I did not take kindly to how I was spoken to, B. I couldn’t wait to get home and get to work, C. I knew that going to a store would open up the door to covet. So I gave him my gloves, which naturally was not satisfying because I think he was secretly hoping for new superhero gloves. (The indulgent father took the boy for new gloves. Don’t worry, the boy suffered nothing but a quick flash of my wrath when I realized that the gloves might have been misplaced on purpose: Mama’s going to buy me new gloves just like Jonathan’s and not you, singsong-taunted the scalawag to his little brother. Apparently coveting is genetic. I digress.)
The most important lesson here is that when my mind is focused by creative flow, there is no time or place to want what I don’t have; I am so caught up in the butterfly wing flapping magic that I have everything I could ever want (besides time. There is never enough of that.)
My fantastic red polyester Grandma blouse had slipped through the cracks and never made it into the Pantheon inventory. We rectified this, Grandma and I.
I added a pre-scalawag cowl-neck tee-shirt to the Inventory although realized quickly why it had been socked away in the basement: its cowl neck is so deep and so wide that its either to my belly button or falling off the shoulder. Maybe in warmer weather I won’t mind looking like an circa 1985 aerobics instructor, but in mid-winter 2021 it’s a hard pass. It’s going to get a few more months among the Legends and if it still hasn’t gotten in shape it’s gotta go.
Finally, I added a pair of corduroy culottes to the Pantheon. I know, you are thinking 1.) my mother wore culottes in 1985 and 2.) I wore corduroy in 1985 and 3.) doesn’t culottes mean underpants in French and corduroy come from old French for cord of the king? Well…yes for underpants but no, corduroy does not have a French origin, it’s a false etymology, they are not, in fact, the King’s g-string, we can continue in peace.
Just a note about those culottes, though? I bought them in 2017 at the thrift store. They were among a few purchases I made that year after I had my second scalawag. I needed clothes that fit my new body, the one that found me with hips I hadn’t had before. I was just turning forty, found I couldn’t recognize myself and hated myself in everything I wore. For some reason, those culottes hit the waist just right, concealed the paunch and hung just right off the hips to make me feel pretty. So, while impractical and difficult to find an occasion to wear, they do carry upon them the aroma of something which, at an awkward phase of learning to love my body, made me feel like a million bucks.
There is no reason, ZERO reason, that something like that shouldn’t remain in my closet, if every time I look at it, it reminds me of a time that I felt great about myself.
Nothing to report here. I was pretty adventuresome this week, and while I found no new Go-To outfits, I didn’t have to rely on any either.
Mise en Place/Plan ahead
As I said above, I was pretty adventuresome. While I may not have loved what I picked out the night before once morning came, I wore it, adding layers as necessary throughout a glacially cold week.
Repair and Mend, Alter when Necessary
Obvs I worked on my brown velvet jacket, I inflicted that upon you all week.
I cut apart an ugly old t-shirt to see if I could make a new cord for a wrap dress, whose cord is infinitely too skinny. The result is ho-hum, but the weather is too cold to give it a maiden voyage.
Lastly, I mended a pair of gloves which had been in the mending pile for weeks because I had to give my gloves to the scalawag. Circle of life.
I must go pick up my El Naturalista recycled-rubber sole heeled boots at Rumplestiltskin’s today.
All in all, it was a good week. I bought nothing, which is the goal. I turned things I love into things I love even more. I had the most creatively fertile week in…in a very long time.
I’d say that Week 6 was the best week so far of my Challenge!!