self restraint is mutilation -

in an effort to be more fiscally responsible,
i have made a concerted effort to NOT purchase things the minute i see them.

this is hard.

this is hard because when my little eye spies an item,
it tends to spark to the inner editor,
and if it fits,
is something i will truly wallow in.

wallow in the happy puppy in a field of clover kind of way.

wallow in a disney heroine finally overcoming some insurmountable obstacle and bursting into song kind of way.

wallow in a texas cheerleader having just succesfully knocked off her rival by running her over with her new bmw m3 kind of way.

so imagine how the cheerleader/puppy in me is sad when it goes home empty handed.
not fair.

when in los angeles with todd, i resisted the urge, even though he was there the whole time going "oh, landis, you'd totally wear that. now try this on."

i resisted :


the "it" shoe of the season, the ysl painted laceless.

AND

the piped thom browne for brooks brothers blazer (in size 0)

AND
a simple gray suit. also t.b. for b.b.

AND
a basic trench coat. piped in grosgrain. also by t.b. for b.b.

AND
a tee shirt.

i'm even resisting "basics", people. i swear, i'm a monk.