Apparently these days all I have to do is snap my finger and it’s suddenly June.
That’s me at my housewarming all the way back in February, giving it my best Rosalyn from American Hustle, natch.
Since then things have become a little less like dress-ups and more second nature. It’s not uncommon for people to say “Wait, you’ve been wearing ‘70s clothes all this time?” when I tell them about the project.
As for the project, the core reason I started this in the first place - to disconnect from capitalism/consumerism, and stop shopping to pass the time - is going strong. Aside from a few bits and pieces (underwear, if you must know), everything I’ve been wearing/using/sitting on this year has either come from my existing collection or the local op-shop.
On the few occasions where I’ve accompanied friends or family to malls or shopping centres I now drift through them a bit like David Bowie in The Man Who Fell To Earth; amused and fascinated by this human thing they call “shopping”. For someone who used to come back from The Grove or Galleria at least twice weekly with bags bulging, this is quite a change.
Have I saved money doing this? It’s hard to tell; certainly I haven’t plumbed the depths of penury-related despair like I had at this time last year. But, interestingly enough, living a more '70s life has freed up the time I would have once spent shopping or hanging out on Tumblr and left it open for seemingly endless dinners and drinks with friends. And, sadly, the cost of drinks and dinners out has not stayed steady at 1970s rates.
Given the choice between dinner with friends and a bag of cheap, fast fashion that I’ll wear once at most, however, I’d choose the former - and it’s bittersweet to realise that much of my shut-in tendencies in L.A. were due not to, as I often editorialised, the fact that “there’s no night life”, but rather that when you spend all your money at Forever 21, it’s solo beans and rice from the 99c Only store until kingdom come.
The free time that’s not been taken up by ~hanging out with friends has been spent staring into the void (a very '70s activity if done with a stiff drink), and consequently I’m a) back in therapy, which I am loving, and b) setting my life on a slightly different course, which I am also loving. I didn’t have the time or space to think about these things when I was busy filling the void with meaningless social media consumption and/or the business of being a mall-rat.
So, at the halfway mark, I’m happy to say things are going swimmingly. Onward!