Showing posts with label thankful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thankful. Show all posts

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Why I Thrift


                                            (picture: news.com.au)



As you probably know by now, a building that houses garment factories in Bangladesh collapsed this week. The latest death toll that I can find is 244; sadly I am sure that number will rise as workers clear the rubble and more bodies are found. The building was known to be structurally unsound; but the work continued.

The work continued because the beast known as America's Addiction To Cheap Stuff needed to be fed. 

Slowly, we are seeing a renewed interest in American Made products. But I think it's going to be a long haul. American-made clothes are hard to find, and are (obviously) more expensive than stuff made in China or Bangladesh. When you are on a budget, it's oh-so-easy to get sucked in by "affordable" items like they have at Old Navy. During Christmas break I took my boys on an outing to San Francisco. We needed to find a bathroom, so we ventured in to the flagship Old Navy--four floors of cheap stuff. They had fleece jackets for kids for $4. That was the full price--they weren't on sale. For a fleeting moment I thought about buying some for my kids. In the Bay Area, lightweight jackets are appropriate all year long. Dead of winter? A fleece jacket with a scarf is just about right. Dead of summer? You need the jacket, but maybe you can leave the scarf at home. I quickly snapped out of my cheap-stuff reverie and hightailed it out of the store, feeling physically ill by the overwhelming abundance of cheap stuff.

I'm deeply thankful for the accessibility of good second-hand stuff in my area. I can clothe my family without feeding the beast and without emptying my wallet.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Just So Much Stuff: Odometer Edition

Odometers? Say what?... you might be thinking right now. Have I stumbled onto the blog of some crazy auto-parts hoarder? Happily, the answer is no. It's just that in my quest to live a cleaner, less stuff-filled life, I have noticed that miles on the odometer are another form of stuff.





This is the odometer of my trusty 2002 Subaru WRX. I love this car. It gives me no trouble. It's sturdy and safe but also small enough to tuck into tiny urban parking spots. As a bonus, it's not a "mom car" at all. I get approving nods from the 20-something guys at the oil change place because it is a sports car of sorts, and I have a fancy steering wheel (I've been told). And it's got a stick shift! Kazaam! I'm 46, haven't lost the baby weight, and I actually enjoy school board meetings. But I still drive a stick shift, so there!

Time in the car is a form of clutter. Yes, I want my wonderful car to last as long as possible, and I want to the $60 visits to the gas pump to be few and far between. But it's more than that. Car travel clutters up our life with stress. And not driving brings me peace.

My family does pretty well in this regard. I work three miles from our house; my husband about five. Our kids go to school seven-tenths of a mile from our house. Kung Fu is 1.4 miles away, and theater class is 2 miles away. We live in the San Francisco Bay Area, land of hiking and beaches and beauty all around. But to get to the beach, or the zoo or most attractions in San Francisco, you have to get on the freeway. And deal with traffic. And lately, I've found myself wanting to avoid that clutter at all costs.

We're lucky to have attractions close to home. We live just over the border from Richmond, California, which is known for its crime and poverty more than natural beauty. But natural beauty it has, in abundance... and which we enjoy regularly.



Why leave home when you've got all this?