31 Days: Do Go Shopping In Your Own Home

Today marked the first day back in business attire at work. We have casual dress in the summer and it is extended past Labor Day based on the amount of money we raise for our Race for the Cure team. Digging out the slacks and blouses after a summer of comfortable capris and t-shirts can be a bit of a let down but this year I decided to make it a little fun by going shopping in my own home. I'm going to search my closet for shoes that I forgot I own and accessorize with jewelry I haven't worn in years. It will be like having a new wardrobe without spending any money.

Lucky for me, I never get rid of anything so I'm hoping that I have some pieces that are so old they're new again. I was watching a comedy yesterday and the lead actress was wearing a stick pin in her lapel. I got so excited because in the eighties when I was at the peak of worrying about what I wore, stick pins were popular so I have several to choose from in my jewelry box. I'm hoping that's the case for some of my earrings and necklaces too.

I'm thinking about applying this same strategy to my home. I haven't rearranged things in awhile so I'm considering going room to room, grabbing accessories and moving them to different spots to freshen up the place. Since the Pier I closest to me closed, I've been going through a bit of withdrawal and I think this is a perfect way to ease my suffering by adding cute items to my most-used rooms that have been tucked away in seldom-used rooms.

I love the idea of shopping in my own home. I have been thinking for awhile about minimizing my clutter and minimizing my spending so this seems like a win/win. It's a great way to change things up without bringing more things into my house and without dreading the Visa bill.

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