Reading about how bloggers are barring themselves from shopping for new things, sticking to only ethical purchases or buying vintage only has effectively guilt tripped me about my spending.  However, it's not the spending that I do now that I'm feeling guilty about as I'm rather unapologetic about how much I buy in a month and the origins of those purchases.  It's the spending of the past which makes me cringe, the days when I used to go out at least twice a week if not more and was absolutely adamnant about buying a new outfit each time I went out, thinking quite foolishly 'Oh my god.... wearing the same outfit.... twice?  I would rather die....'.  Hence at my parents' house in my room sits a rather sad drawer full of Miss Selfrdige/Topshop/Mango tops/dresses that everytime I go back, I take a peek inside and proceed to shudder at my dirty past of despicable waste.

As it stands, I don't object to acquiring clothes for the sake of one night out when (...somehow...) everything in the wardrobe jsut doesn't seem up for scratch.  Except, I'm trying to rid myself of my guilt nowadays by setting myself a strict budget of a tenner and with that one singular note, only charity shopping will serve my needs.  Last night was such a night when an outfit was called for and schepping it down to the Animal Aid & Advice thankfully yielded a loose pleated oversized top that can be worn as a dress and a pair of multi-strapped black patent and gold sandals.  It's  bit of a louche-LA kind of outfit but with the addition of some jewellery, it is effectively an outfit for a tenner (£7 to be precise.... £3 for the top, £4 for the shoes...). 

So no, I'm no saint.  And yes, a shopping cull is totally out of the question.  But hey, in the words of the dubious supermarket chain Tesco's... every little helps!