60 days (give or take) without shopping.
My husband and I made out like bandits on our annual Freeport/Kittery outlet trip this past Labor Day Weekend. Perhaps too well. That, combined with a spendy August, it's time to pull in the reigns on my shopping.
I am not alone. My friend, Betsy, is also currently in a shopping ban herself. We will get through this together. With the help of online shopping carts that will never be purchased, and emailing back and forth about "How cute is this? By the time we shop again it should be on sale!" we will get by.
It seems a bit pretentious, and maybe a bit shallow, but 60 days of no shopping? I'm talking not even a "Oh that's cute...and in my size..and on sale with and additional 30% off" purchase.
Okay, I'm lying. I have birthday gift cards that I will allow myself to cash in. I found a pair of shoes almost identical to my LAMB plum wedges I was coveting and of course, the Missoni for Target launch next week (also will be using gift cards for that).
60 Days. I can do this. It's not really that long. It's only 2 months, or 9 weeks, or 1,440 hours. I can do this. Right?