Why Do We Buy Things We Don’t Need? MEPSA Annual 2018

On My Mind, Miscellaneous Thoughts

Why do people shop? Why do we buy clothes we don’t wear, books we don’t read, food we don’t eat?

Is it wishful thinking? Will this be the time I read The Economist cover to cover, or at all? Is it the act of shopping itself? The act of buying?

I have no answers, only more questions.

The day I went off to pick up my possibly pointlessly re-tailored show clothes [All Dressed Up And No Place To Go], this came in the mail.

Why did I buy yet another MEPSA Annual? I have no idea.

Does it have anything I have seen in other years? No.

Does it have articles and pretty pictures? Yes.

Could I learn from the articles and use the winning photos as inspirational examples? Yes.

Given my level of involvement in the hobby, did three years of books I already have contain sufficient examples? Yes.

Was I supporting the show? Not really. I have bought items to support artists before. OTOH, I don’t photo show, so my desire to support the nice folks who run the shows is a slim connection at best.

Did I use a blog post as an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway? Most definitely.

Is it possessiveness? A desire to build up my horde in dragon-like fashion? Possibly.

Will this be the prompt that finally gets me to start futzing with model horses? I doubt it.

So, why? I don’t know.

[M is for MEPSA] 2018 post for 2017 book
[Foto Friday: MEPSA Photo Showers Annual 2016]
[New Book: MEPSA Photo Showers Annual 2015]

Do you shop for fun? Do you over-shop?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

10 thoughts on “Why Do We Buy Things We Don’t Need? MEPSA Annual 2018

  1. I’ve bought things I didn’t need, didn’t use, didn’t read, didn’t wear, didn’t make. Crafts are/were my worst addictions. I’d plot and plan in my head, drool over, then buy all the materials, then stash them away where they’d sit for years. Decades, even. Meanwhile, my creative mind had already moved on to that next project I want to make. Once in a great (when the guilt kicked in), I’d pull out all my stuff, look it over and come to the conclusion that yes, SOMEDAY I’ll tackle that project. Really! So with hope renewed, I’d pack it all away again. Uh-huh. Been there, done that more times than I care to recall. But at some point you reach an age where you realize your clock is ticking and there’s no way in hell you’re ever going to wear, use, read, make all the crap you’ve fooled yourself into buying. They have fancy names for it now: Downsizing. Minimizing. I just call it letting go. And yes, it does feel good. šŸ˜‰

  2. Need is a word that is hard to define. I will overshop for food and books. I used to hoard yarn but recently made a commitment to go through my stash before buying more. So far so good on that.

    Shopping can be an ambiguous word. My sister and I exchange books and I encourage.this. Is this shopping? I have shelves and shelves of books from her I have yet to read. Although I didn’t “pay” for the books, I acquired them voluntarily.

    Speaking of which, how about hoarding? Lovely jam jars with the label carefully removed, paper napkins from pizza runs, plastic forks etc. from take-out, boxes…don’t get me started on boxes…! I could argue that is is a security issue. Who knows when the world will stop making jars, boxes, etc.

    Bottom line: it gives me pleasure to have these things. Some people gather less about them and seem to do just fine. Some friends do overshop and they clearly have issues. But me, I’m just right.

    1. OMG … the yarn!!! And I quilted. But according to all the boxes of fat quarters I had stashed in the attic, I mostly quilted in my mind. In my own defense, I actually did sew. At one point in my life I made almost all of my work clothes. So there’s that. But I didn’t need to keep every frigging pattern I ever bought. And it nearly killed me, but I finally got rid of all the fabric I’d stored for future sewing projects. I mean, I haven’t worked in 20 years, so I don’t think I’m ever going to need to make all those dresses now. At one point I stamped, as in card-making. Remember greeting cards? Nobody makes or sends cards anymore. I had a colossal rubber stamp collection that I actually sold online, making a fraction of what I paid for them originally. (Some rubber stamps actually do have a pretty steep value in the collector’s market) But at least the stamps are gone, along with all the other boxes of card-making paraphernalia. Yeah. Crafts were my weakness. Books too, but I have such a reading addiction that I learned as a kid to use my library. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I bought all the books I’ve read or wanted to read. OMG. Just can’t.

    2. Hey, if you have any fabric left, I’ll be glad to take it. After a break due to Mom’s failure and eventual death, I didn’t do a whole lot. But I’m starting to get back to things now. A lot of different crafts. If I concentrate hard enough, I can forget all the really bad things that are going on in my life.
      No more rubber stamps. Among the many things I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of. I still make and send cards, tho not as much as I used to. And all the books that slipped thru my fingers…..
      As happy as it may make you to have stuff – and I understand, I really do.- just be careful not to spend more money than you can spare.

      1. Awww… I wish we’d had this conversation a year ago. All my old sewing fabric is gone, passed on to others who quilt and sew. I did keep one of two machines. I chose the embroidery machine and passed the heavy duty quilting machine (with a gazillion decorative stitches) to my sister, where I’m sure it will sit untouched until she gets to that age where she realizes she’s not going to do all the craft projects she thought she’d do someday, either. I actually tossed the bags and bags of patterns. It killed me, but fashion changes and few people sew things like suits for work. (Do women even wear suits to work anymore?) I wanted to donate them to a school that might teach sewing. Um, none (here) do. Girl Scouts? Nope. Ugh. The boxes sat and sat until finally I let them go. The only things I have left are the notions. Tons and tons of sewing notions. And an Alto’s Quilt Cut 2 system. (Quiltcut dot com) Never did use that either. Oh, the shame ….

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