Yeah yeah, paved with good intentions. We all know about well-meaning New Year's resolutions and scant few of us over 30 actually still make them. It's not that I think I'm perfect at my age (45) but rather dubious about my ability to actually change. But still, I'm forging ahead with some anyway.
I will no longer wear pants that fit poorly for the sake of trendiness. I want to be out of the club where all members sport pants with rises too low to be flattering. No more hooking my thumbs in my belt loops and jumping in the air to get them to a more acceptable height on my hips. This doesn't mean save them in a dark corner of the closet and not wear them. It means donate. No, it means garbage.
I will not wear pajama bottoms in the car to drop my son off at school. This is akin to the old myth about leaving the house in clean underwear in case of car accident or some such drivel. I will just live my life as if my car could break down at any given moment. Do I want to be standing at the corner of McKnight and Clayton Roads in jersey bottoms that say anything in sparkles across my bottom?
I will no longer buy the extra shirts at Cheapo store because if you buy four, you get half of one for free. Not only do shirts one, two and three end up fitting like I raided an elementary lost and found after washing, they were never all that great to begin with. For me, a sale is an invitation to buy something I don't want or need. Full price means I am selective. I hereby chooose full price forevermore.
Check with me come February when you pass me by on the side of road, looking like Nick Nolte's mug shot, if anything stuck. At the very least, I know I can pay full price. I always do.
Madeline Meyerowitz is the owner of enokiworld.com, a website specializing in vintage designer clothing.
