I have more shoes than fit on a shelf, more clothes than I can transfer from my washing basket to my cupboard, more books than I can read in a lifetime (especially at the current rate of none per ever, or something numerically similar). But, and I do feel a little ashamed, I don't really see any reason to stop getting more. I don't spend all my wages on these things—some people do. I give to charity every month. I buy the majority of my clothing from charity stores which both benefits the charities and assists with the reduction of waste (possibly in the same percentage as my reading rate, but it's a small difference). And I don't have a legacy—dependants, assets, responsibilities (within reason). And, ultimately, I probably don't need to justify myself. But this thing, this same thing is possibly what is behind the one other thing that I always want more of—biscuits. It sounds flippant, but I am serious here. I could probably do what I just did then with shoes, thrifting and books—find the justifications, see the lack of any real harm (except the physical which I manage to smooth over in my mind)—but maybe, in order to control this thing I need to find the equivalent of a smaller suitcase. You use the tools that work. If fabulous self control is not one of mine, I just have to work out how I can have less room to pack stuff (biscuits and sweet loveliness' of all kinds) in.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: