with every passing birthday, i can take most of the physical changes and the ever-illuminated cake, but what really gets me is this whole maturity thing. if it only meant wrinkles and white hairs, that would be one thing, but what is really freaking me out is my new-found patience. what is that all about? i used to wear new items straight out of the store (after i paid for them - this is not a confessional post about a shoplifting habit). i used to wear fancy shoes to the movies, no greater occasion required. now i still retain enough independent taste to wear whatever i want, occasion be-darned, but i do stop to enjoy the newness, which i never used to.
on my recent trip i made a few purchases, and instead of enjoying them on the spot and practically doubling my travel wardrobe, i kept them safely wrapped in their tissue paper and (i'll admit this even though i don't technically have to) original shopping bags, not snipping the tags until i delivered them home to my closet, as if the shopping excursion were a mere typical weekend and not a transatlantic flight. i wanted to enjoy them at home, calmly, and see how they fit (literally and stylistically) into my closet. i wanted to think of them as part of my larger wardrobe and not as mere acquisitions to be consumed/enjoyed immediately. spooky.
how long do you wait to snip the tag and make it official?
do you have any post-purchase rituals?