Hardest word in the English language. One that I rarely use. Let’s skip the psychological implications of that statement. I’m sure there are many but I’ll leave that for a therapy blog. My inability to say no circles more basic life issues.

I go shopping and come home with not one pair of shoes but two. If not more. One sweater or skirt or even one coat? Hardly ever. Empty handed? Not often. I won’t even go into lipsticks. Sephora sees me coming I’m convinced.

Less is best. I hear it said often. It’s actually a philosophy I try to live by. In the words of one of my favorite icons Diana Vreeland “Less is more’ I think she probably meant not everything should be worn all at once. But finding the right thing that fits and looks good is like striking gold. When it comes in more than one really nice color, in a girl's world, that’s like a trifecta. And I’ve been living these trifectas for a long time. Money going out. Money going out. But worth every penny. Most girls would agree. To look good is divine. Truth be told.

But recently I’ve seen changes. At first I was honestly shocked. Did I just walk out of that store and not buy a thing I would think. Shocking. Did I just say no to myself and actually vetoed that great…..this, that, or the other. I’m thinking that the impetus was that final hundred millionth attempt at a closet clean out. Room clean out really. Since everything is everywhere hiding in corners or stuffed in the bottom of closets. I have the stuff but I can’t even find it to wear it. Something had to change

So like an epiphany a thought became an action. I have enough I thought (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit) but I’m learning to say No by saying Yes to change. Let’s see what it brings.