Various joys and musings
I realized, soon into my Buy Nothing New pledge, that clothes alone was not going to cut it. Homewares, furniture, books… I started to wonder whether there was anything I couldn’t actually make or source second hand.

Then I started thinking about presents. The very idea of going to a shop to BUY a present for someone’s birthday or other celebration started to seem like a bit of a cop out. It’s not like we don’t all have enough STUFF already. And I like the idea that a gift should take a little more thought, time and effort than something shop-bought. (Which is not to say I don’t find some absolute gems in shops, that people would LOVE. I do. But still, the pledge.)

So, when Dad turned 60 recently, I called my sister and my two brothers. I asked them to think of 15 memories each, particular to them and Dad, and to send them to me each beginning with, “I remember when…”

I set about thinking of 15 of my own. Not the easiest of calls, to distill 33 years of childhood, teenage years, adulthood, lessons learned and wisdom imparted into 15 tiny examples. How to choose 15 moments from the most influential person in your life?  I thought about it for weeks, and even now, a month later, I keep having flashes of recollection, other moments that could have been included in the list. It’s like I’ve opened the subconscious floodgates to my childhood self and her experiences.

I took the memories, and I typed them out, each with a different font to represent each of us. I rolled them into tiny scrolls and wrapped them with little raffia bows. These were popped into a glass jar, to be opened at random.

60 memories for 60 years.
Happy birthday, Dad. xxx

I realized, soon into my Buy Nothing New pledge, that clothes alone was not going to cut it. Homewares, furniture, books… I started to wonder whether there was anything I couldn’t actually make or source second hand.

Then I started thinking about presents. The very idea of going to a shop to BUY a present for someone’s birthday or other celebration started to seem like a bit of a cop out. It’s not like we don’t all have enough STUFF already. And I like the idea that a gift should take a little more thought, time and effort than something shop-bought. (Which is not to say I don’t find some absolute gems in shops, that people would LOVE. I do. But still, the pledge.)

So, when Dad turned 60 recently, I called my sister and my two brothers. I asked them to think of 15 memories each, particular to them and Dad, and to send them to me each beginning with, “I remember when…”

I set about thinking of 15 of my own. Not the easiest of calls, to distill 33 years of childhood, teenage years, adulthood, lessons learned and wisdom imparted into 15 tiny examples. How to choose 15 moments from the most influential person in your life? I thought about it for weeks, and even now, a month later, I keep having flashes of recollection, other moments that could have been included in the list. It’s like I’ve opened the subconscious floodgates to my childhood self and her experiences.

I took the memories, and I typed them out, each with a different font to represent each of us. I rolled them into tiny scrolls and wrapped them with little raffia bows. These were popped into a glass jar, to be opened at random.

60 memories for 60 years.
Happy birthday, Dad. xxx

Buy Nothing New

Early this year I found myself feeling weighed down by stuff. Physical stuff. Belongings. Every material possession I have seemed to be a small but concrete obstacle between the life I have and the life I aspire to having- see, it’s quite a difficult task to flit back and forth between continents when you have to consider storage solutions for all the junk that you own. What to do with the couch? The fridge? The summer clothes that I haven’t worn for two seasons? The Tupperware?

In my ideal world, GL and I split our time between Sicilia and Oz. The idea that one of us should be so far from home for years on end seems inherently wrong. It just doesn’t sit with me. I want to live in both places. And when we have children, I want them to feel equally at home in both countries. World citizens.

We have a ways to go yet before that dream bursts into fruition. Still, each time we pack our bags to go home- whichever that may be- we must decide what is important enough to bring with us. Twenty kilos, as it happens, is not a lot of treasured goodies. Which makes every item we don’t choose seem mildly irrelevant. Unnecessary.

Wasteful.

Thus, I made a new pledge, to Buy Nothing New.

This began with clothes. If I can’t op-shop it, eBay it or make it, I can’t have it. (It should be noted that shoes and underwear are exempt from this rule. I have neither the skills nor patience to make my own shoes, and as for undies? Eew. New please.) I have not bought an item of clothing from a regular retail store since well before Christmas. And I don’t miss it at all!

The other reason this pledge works for me is environmental. I firmly believe there exist enough items of clothing in the world to cover my meagre needs- I certainly don’t want to waste resources, human labour and transport miles just to create yet another something new for me to wear. Similarly, I don’t want the perfectly wearable garments of others to end up in landfill for no better reason than being last year’s collection. Our society’s penchant for hyper-consumption has to stop.

Lastly, I discovered an alternate way of thinking: Collaborative Consumption. All the pieces fell into place. It’s community- minded. It’s about mindful living, mindful consumption, mindful purchasing. It’s about reducing, reusing, recycling, redistributing. It’s old-school in the best way- Make Do Mend. It’s how our grandmothers lived. It’s thoughtful. It’s creative. And it got me fired right up.

So I pledge to Buy Nothing New. Wanna join me?