I am Queen of the Damned. Having reaped a small $200 windfall by cashing in the coin bucket, I had firm plans to buy the nieces and nephews their Christmas presents this morning. I left home with every prospect of actually becoming a super-organised person and getting a big slab of Christmas Shopping done and finished in July, at sale prices and also paid for in cash.
The saddest part is, I’d spent ages researching and planning what to buy. I had a list! It wasn’t going to be the first piece of inexpensive plastic craptastic on the first rack that assaulted me at Toys R Us!
Four seconds after the shops opened I succumbed to a horror moment of intense impulse buying. I’m not even game to say what it was that I bought, it’s enough to note that it required 2.5 hours for me to assemble, has over 100 individual pieces (of questionable quality), takes up a large section of the only-just decluttered and emptied dining room, and generated about a tonne of non-recyclable packaging and noxious odours.
Basically I now have a Shrine to Uneducated Consumerism sitting behind me in the dining room. Also a bin full of polystyrene outside. Feel free to come and visit and laugh at the Shrine. It takes up half the room so you won’t miss it. Luckily I did still have about $70 left of the cash (as expected with such cheap craptastic behaviour) so I did get two nice presents - both made from wood, minimal packaging and with open-ended play value (i.e. my nieces will hate me).
However I did try to redeem the whole event. This afternoon I just went mental, completely mental, in chucking out more stuff. Clothes. Shoes. Plastic toys. Anything with components containing PVC. James was running scared hiding his plastic toys. He was cringing in corners, whining, “No, Mummy! No! It’s good quality! It’s a strong, good-quality plastic!”
I blew my chance to be organised (again). But tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow I will probably buy something made in Australia out of plantation timber with a forest friendly logo, packed in a calico bag.