1. Denial. "Ha! This isn't really happening. I mean, I can shop if I really want! I'll just forget about it... yeah!"
2. Anger. "Eff you, new arrivals at Nordstrom! I mean, I don't want you and your pastels... and your ruffles... and your pretty colors and layers and lace and cream and AO&#JHE** OA01!!04akjhe$#roq3uq208."
3. Bargaining. "Heh... uhh... ok if finish all my work this afternoon and get the house cleaning done in time then maybe I'll just get a necklace. Just one from F21! It's not even like shopping anyway! It's so cheap! It's nothing more than a few Whatchamacallits worth of money at the gas station! Yeah... that's what I'll do..."' (oh and don't pretend you don't like Whatchamacallits, those things are fantastic.)
4. Depression. "I'll never shop again. I'll never have new clothes again. My life is over. If I can't shop, then what can I do? *shoves Cheetos into pie hole.*"
5. Acceptance. [Disclaimer: definitely not here yet. Definitely cycling through steps 1-4 right now. I'll get back to you on this one later.]
It's a tough road to hoe, my friends. So in the absence of a current zeal and passion for fashion, I leave you today on a happier note. A tale of one girl who once could shop. And wore a pretty new top from Lulus that she adores. Sigh.
(Is it not pathetic that I'm only 2 weeks into this? Holy beejeebuz.)
Top: Lulus Resound Top
Jeans: AE Super Skinnies
Shoes: Boutique 9 blue suede bow wedges
Necklace: old from Anthropologie
(p.s.: I am in no way mocking the 5 stages of grief and loss and have a profound respect for the psychology of death. And I'm also being ridiculously hyperbolic right now. So please no hate-mail or referrals to shrinks, thanks.)