I’m scheduling this post for my 36th birthday, which (as I write) will be here in less than a week. I just deleted some emails from various retailers promising sales on down jackets, shirts, and shoes. It was the down jacket one that got me ready to write a post — because I thought “oh, I should look at that.” Then I remembered that I have a totally functional down coat that I bought about five years ago and that shows no signs of dying. Why the impulse to go look at that online shop, then?
I’ve never been much of a shopper-just-to-shop, but I do like to have the right tool for the job. I felt like all the way through my 20s and early 30s, I always needed something. Shoes, a coat, a particular kind of kitchen tool, curtains, sheets…the list of stuff that makes up what I consider a gracious lifestyle 🙂
Now, I do want to replace and supplement some wardrobe items this year, and think it will be a justifiable expense whenever I get around to it. But really: I may be stretching a little, but I can make do with what I have. In terms of winter gear, I have two hats, four pairs of gloves, a couple of scarves, a down coat, a wool coat, long underwear, lined boots, and slightly dressier boots I can wear for work stuff. All of it is functional. I don’t need anything.
Kitchen stuff: same thing. There are a few things I covet (rice cooker, stand mixer) but just with what I have now, I can make pretty much anything I want to. I don’t need anything.
I have a car. I have sheets and towels. I have jewelry. I live in a furnished room, so I don’t need furniture, although I do have some in my friend’s basement. I have a computer, which might die this year but also might not, and an ipad and a phone. I even have attractive hangers, a hamper I don’t hate, and assorted tupperware. If you plunked me down for a shopping spree in Target right now, I’m sure I could come up with a few things it would be nice to have, but…. There’s nothing I need.
It’s kind of a strange feeling, and it’s hard to get used to. Whenever I had spare cash, I always stocked up on whatever I’d been putting off. That’s where my impulse to look at the down coat sale came from, I think; I know I have money on hand, so I’m casting around for good, “responsible” ways to spend it, with the baseline assumption that I must need something.
But I don’t. Note to self.