The heart of the wedding season is approaching fast. I figured that there’s no better time to write a post on saving money when wedding planning than right now. At the end of this month, my husband and I will be celebrating our 3rd anniversary. I had so much fun planning our wedding. I loved picking out my colors, flowers and planning all the details of our special day. Weddings can be a lot of fun to plan. The stress of planning a wedding tends to kick in when it comes to sticking to your budget.
One thing I have learned in my quest to save money on clothes… is to never underestimate a hand-me-down. Typically, hand-me-downs are known as old, worn-out clothes that your older sister, cousin, neighbor or family friend passed down to you when they either grow out of them or just don’t want them anymore. That’s not always the case. Everyone can give away hand-me-downs. I like to go through my closet every so often. Usually, I will set aside clothes to give away. They are not always worn out or ugly clothes. They are just clothes that are either not my taste anymore, or maybe it’s a cute shirt I bought, but it’s just not my color and it’s too late to return it. I always like to offer my clothes to people I know first before I give them away to charity. It’s a great way to recycle your clothing.Read more
The other day I was watching the show Extreme Cheapskate on TLC. The show is about people who are extremely cheap and how they have found ways to save money. One lady bought expired food and made her own reusable toilet paper. Another lady looked for food in the garbage cans outside of upscale grocery stores and washed her clothes while she showered. There were people peeing in jars, using yogurt cups as glasses to drink from, making condiments from restaurants and digging through dumpsters for furniture. I was sitting there watching this thinking, “that’s beyond cheap, that’s just weird”. These people think that they’re saving so much money, but they’re going about it all wrong. I might be tight with money, but I’m not going to stop buying toilet paper to save a few bucks.
I used to be afraid of the thrift store. There was nothing about it that appealed to me. They always smelled like an old ladies’ basement and had knick-knacks from that basement all over. I would look through the racks and find elastic waistline jeans and shirts with birdhouses all over them. I also never liked the idea of wearing someone’s old unwanted clothes.