STOPSHOP 1: New Years Resolutions and all that

It was after the third mywardrobe.com box had arrived for me this Christmas that the idea for this blog crossed my mind.
I love buying clothes. I seriously do. Left to my own devices barely a week goes by without me picking up some little thing or other. I love shopping. I love the whole process of trying things on. I daydream about how and where I will showcase my new gladrags.
My passion is enabled by a job that involves a lot of travel (I never seem to have packed quite the right items of clothes, thus necessitating 'essential' purchases en route - and it's always sale season somewhere); a husband who cares so little for clothes that I was able to expand into his wardrobe space and take over half of it before he noticed and, most of all, my absolute love of a bargain. My favourite three words in the English language have to be "Sale Now On". ("New Season's Stock" never quite does it for me.)
For bargainistas like me these are golden days. My personal inbox is crammed with ways for me to save money feeding my fashion habit. This morning I counted seventeen different retail establishments who have been in touch with me since Christmas with tempting offers: a new look just a click away.
My recent mywardrobe.com extravaganza was prompted by their pre-sale, pre-Christmas 30% discount preview: not to be missed. If it hadn't been for the Issey Miyake sample sale just a few weeks earlier; that 60% reduction at Liberty, the additional discount at Urban Outfitters and the fantastic stock, price slashed at various online emporia, I could have had a reasonably parsimonious Christmas.
My pre and post Christmas haul included a nice new Vivienne Westwood slouchy dress (so handy for traveling); a pair of rather avant garde trousers (but hell, I'm sure I can carry them off. They just need the right shoes) - again, thanks to Auntie Viv (I have so many of her clothes I feel we are practically related); two more casual dresses for 'weekends' (those weekends that only happen in sunday supplements where one dons a cashmere smock rather than one's sons old jeans); a pair of shoes (still in transit); a large "signature piece" necklace and some adventurous earrings which keep getting caught in my clothes. They were all incredible bargains. I don't regret a single one of them.
However, call me Isaac Newton, but there must be some basic physical law or other about the maximum density of coathangers vs the available volume of cupboard space. And frankly I'm spending too much money to afford a bigger house.
Instead of six figure savings/a collection of early Damien Hirsts/a flat in the Algarve I have two and a half wardrobe fulls of clothes, plus a few random boxes under the spare bed. I throw things out with glee but I replace them just as eagerly.
So, I wondered, could I just stop? I have enough clothes to keep me going. They're pretty nice on the whole (there are some notable exceptions, more of which as time goes on). Why don't I just stop shopping and see what happens?
I've read enough articles to know about "shopping your own closet". There are certainly enough permutations available in mine.
So that's what this blog is about: can you love clothes like I do and yet not buy them for a year? Does it really work trying to make new looks out of your old stuff? And most of all can I resist temptation?
I'll pass on the tips I gather; the sales I'm missing; the 'must haves' I mustn't have and perhaps every now and again I'll set aside a limited sum and get suggestions on what I should spend it on.
Oh and by the way, the Manolo Blahnik sale in their chi-chi Chelsea HQ starts next Friday. Check out the second room. That's where they keep the older stuff which is seriously (and I mean seriously) reduced.