Take fashion for example, there seems to be a never-ending supply of beautiful clothes to choose from. I find myself diligently trawling through the WWW and making regular purchases for the sake of maintaining an up-to-date wardrobe. As superficial as fashion is, wearing a great pair of jeans, an ultra cosy knitted jumper or that beautiful, good quality dress truly energises me. In my books, good fashion equates to heightened confidence.
BUT what if foregoing that pair of luscious boots or that “must have” item of the season could see lives being saved and transformed, girls being rescued from dire straits and children being fed and educated?
I’m very fortunate to live a life of freedom, a life of abundance (with great food on my table every single day, a roof over my head, and warm showers on cold nights) and a life with opportunities. I can’t say the same for millions of others all over the world and that is why I’m inspired to give to Heart For The House. I don’t want to just come up with a random amount to give. Instead I want to make it count so I decided to “sacrifice” a month of my shopping budget (yes I do operate within a fairly lean budget in the world of clothes blogging) for this giving. I know that whatever that I’m contributing probably isn’t even going to scratch any surface but knowing that at least one person could benefit out of this makes me appreciate the blessings that I received throughout my life even more.
Bye bye frayed denim *fill in the blanks* and fringe boots. For now at least.
I’ve been weighing up the pros and cons about writing this post in the shower (when my brain goes into hyperactivity) because it is a rather sensitive topic to thread on. I have no intention of sounding all heroic and kind (because I’m not) but I also realised that if I didn’t put this topic out there, the message would probably end at where I am instead of further reaching out to many more people, such as you.
Mr M told me not to overcompensate my lack of shopping when the month is up. Fingers and hands crossed. #heehee
Ah, next month will be one that will test every inch of my self control.