I suppose I can blame Marie Kondo for this one. Or maybe it was Gwyneth Paltrow and her GOOP tutorial that sent me over the edge. I hate t-shirts. Even since I’ve started decluttering, I’ve been haunted by the sheer volume of t-shirts taking up prime real estate in my
closet closets. Gulp. Sure, there was one ill-fated, fold-them-up-like-perfect-envelopes attempt to KonMari them into submission. But when I finally brought myself to unfold the cotton origami masterpieces, I found more wrinkles than I would have had I left them on the floor. You know what doesn’t spark joy? Ironing.
So there’s a simple solution here, right? Stop buying t-shirts. But almost every t-shirt I own is the direct result of participating in a work-related fundraiser or giving to a charitable organization. And I’m all for bucking the norm and setting myself apart, but I haven’t quite figured out how to do it and not look like a complete jerkface when the rest of my colleagues are rocking shirts for the local children’s hospital. What’s a woman on a mission to declutter to do? Continue reading “Ivory Ella: The Elephant in My T-Shirt Drawer”
He paid off his student loans flipping furniture. They paid off their mortgage re-selling estate sale finds. I made over $1,000 decluttering my closet. We’ve all seen the headlines. Some of us have even written them (guilty). But you know what? That’s not real life. Not all the time, anyway.
When it comes to selling my clothing, shoes, and handbags, I’ve found a great deal of success with online platforms like Poshmark, Tradesy, and even Craigslist. But when sales get slow, I take my goods to local consignment-like stores like Plato’s Closet and Clothes Mentor, or I donate them. Scratch that. From here on out, I donate them. Why? Because I don’t ever want to work for $4 an hour again. Continue reading “That Time I Made $4 an Hour”
Since we’re all friends here and I’m really good at confessing secrets now, I’ll let you in on another one: I’m a supremely awkward human being. Just last week, I was sitting in a work meeting with my boss and my
coworker best friend former best friend. Midway through the meeting, I swatted stray hairs from my forehead. Or I thought that’s what I did.
In fact, I managed to drag my nails across my temple and scratch myself. Then, unbeknownst to me, I proceeded to bleed for the remainder of the meeting. As we left, said coworker handed me a tissue and said, “You’ve been bleeding.” Just another glorious day in the life of Penny.
Since laughing at myself brings me great joy, I thought I’d share some fun little moments of awkwardness that have cropped up as of late. Whether it’s the food we eat, the way we live, or the clothes I keep, it seems everyone has an opinion on our frugality. And it makes for some delightfully awkward personal finance moments. Continue reading “Frugally Awesome…or Awkward”