I’ve got that in spades.
In a way, I’m a bit relieved to finally have a face to the name, so to speak. I’ve always gotten in trouble with my voracious shopping habits, but I could never pinpoint the problem specifically enough to diagnose it, let alone solve it. And it needs solving. At least, according to my husband and my bank account.
The funny thing, though, is that this all-consuming, potentially disastrous, painfully expensive anxiety can be instantly vanquished by a single sentence from a single person.
“I’m trying not to shop right now.”
So says KS#1 in an offhand text the other day when I inquired as to whether or not she was partaking in the bi-monthly 30% off sale at Old Navy. And like Thor with his mighty hammer – can we tell I’m still in the throes of Marvel awesomeness? – KS#1 unwittingly takes this comment and manages to shatter my FoMO madness.
Thing is, when no one’s around to egg me on, the desire to purchase diminishes. And when the desire diminishes, I don’t go online. And when I don’t go online, I don’t know what I’m missing. And when I don’t know what I’m missing, well…goodbye, FoMO.
Of course, there are vestiges. Like when posts from the blogs I follow pop in my inbox and I see things that I must have. But then I tell myself I’m made of sterner stuff, and I can either ignore the eye candy or manipulate the items to accommodate the ones I already own.
Today’s offering is a result of allowing my mind to stew over gingham, vests, and the idea of matching my hemline color to my shoes. FoMO won this battle because I needed another checked shirt like I need a hole in my head, but this new one sure is comfy-cozy and I swear it’s my last one for a while.
And how about that skirt, eh? I bet if I hadn’t mentioned that Take One, Pass It On was my theme, you’d not have realized this is now its third iteration. Mwahahahahaha!