I’m about to make a confession, although not that I’ve taken up Country Music! When I decided in January that I wasn’t going to buy anything new this year, I didn’t kid myself it would be easy. I did however believe that I would manage without too much trouble, after all I’m not a shopaholic, I mean I don’t even live close to any shops. It turns out my view was naïve to say the least.
Take birthdays. I hadn’t thought about them. Whilst I might be happy not to have a new gift for my birthday, my family and friends might not feel the same. Is it fair to make them abide by my ‘nothing new’ rules? Generally I make things for my parents; they’re at an age where they don’t want anything new and always tell my sister and I not to bother with presents. We do of course, but usually something comestible: cake, sweets, chocolates, or meals out. What about cards though? I’m happy to make cards, and most people are happy to receive a handmade creation. Most people, except my dad, who sees them as a sign of ‘cheapness’. My partners mother was a bit like that too when she was alive, as if spending time making something didn’t show you cared as much as buying a mass-produced card-confection. Perhaps they’re not the only ones.
As you know if you’ve been following me, I’ve already excluded the wedding, and now it seems my heart, or my brain, is trying to bargain more exclusions. I’m planning to start swimming again after an absence for health reasons. My costume is wearing thin and decency demands I get a replacement. Making one is not within my skill set, so my only option is to buy one. The idea of buying a second hand one didn’t do much for me, but the idea of breaking my ‘vow’ seemed a lot worse. So, eventually I packed up my pride and bought a second hand costume. I mean we all have washing machines right? I was pleasantly surprised.
So, anyway, you can see my tricksy heart is looking for ways to circumvent my good intentions. I’m onwards into month 4. Any suggestions gratefully received.