I never used to contemplate consumerism. In the past, if I wanted to buy something, the only consideration was whether or not I should spend my hard earned cash on it.
Maybe it’s because I am pretty frugal… ok I admit it.. I’m kinda tight with my money. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good bit of retail therapy as much as the next person, but more often than not, I’ll look but not buy, preferring to hold on to my money until the perfect item comes along – even if it never does. Every now and then though, I’ll go out and spend spend spend… because it’s fun, it makes me feel good.
And that’s the thing isn’t it… I’ll blow some cash on stuff I don’t really need just because buying things is good.
When you say it like that it kind of sounds a bit pathetic. I wonder how I got to be like that? How our society and culture managed to intertwine spending money with feeling good? Is it as evil as it sounds? Is it like any other addictive substance – ok if you only indulge in moderation? If you don’t spend more than you have? Don’t put shopping and spending before your family etc?
How on earth do you pull yourself out of the brainwashing and remember that there are millions of free things in the world that make you feel even better than shopping?
Take today for example.
I decided we needed more face washers (they are like socks in this house, they all get together and run off to fairy land to live with one of every pair of ear rings I’ve ever owned.). I contemplated packing the kids into the Big White Bus and heading into town where I knew I could buy a couple of packs of cheap washers. But then did I really need to spend money on face washers? I have been feeling the sewing urge of late, surely I had plenty of material in my stash, I could sew my own? But the lure of nice new, brightly coloured, matching face washers was almost too much for me….
You will all be very proud of me when I tell that the photo above is just some of the 28 face washers I sewed today. All of them from recycled material – towels, flannel PJs and scraps I had around the house. Sure they don’t look as fancy and perfect as store bought washers… but they work, they were free, I got to practice my overlocking (I might even be getting better!), and they satisfied my urge to sew (along with some new wheat bags and two cushion covers).
Mind you… I am still lusting after a pile of nice new face washers. What is wrong with me?