Why I really, really don't like shopping
Marie Kondo-ing my life, what it takes for me to part with my money and The List: exclusive access to my black book of brands doing good
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Hello friends. I hope you’re all well. I’m delighted to introduce to you a new and regular feature for paying subscribers of A Day Well Spent called The List, personal curations of things I think you will find useful or interesting.
As part of it I will occasionally share exclusive peeks into my little black book of businesses and brands that I love and that are doing good in the world.
As you’ll read below, I conduct hours of research before buying even the smallest thing and I’ve done this for years. All this research will be distilled down into The List of brands I endorse spending your money with.
Once I become a customer, I’m usually one for life - I’ve done the trawling and checking so you don’t have to.
To ensure the integrity of The List, the entries that make it on cannot and will not be for public viewing - they are for the eyes of paid subscribers to A Day Well Spent only.
Firstly, this ensures no brands can pay their way onto The List. And secondly, I attach high value to The List and the hours of groundwork I’ve undergone to compile it (I hope you do too).
For these reasons, they will always be behind paywalls.
Here is the first instalment of The List. I had initially intended for this intro and that first instalment to be in the same post, but it would have made it too long. So I’ve separated them out into two.
And before I tell you why I really, really don’t like shopping, please accept my deepest gratitude for the engagement, support and comments you have written on the first instalment of Sunday Reflections which was about good habits.
The conversation happening there is something truly wonderful and just the beginning.
As well as all the engagement on my very first post - which was also featured on
last week - How to slow down the passing of time. Now at 113 mini essays in the comments section which I think would make a pretty fine book in themselves.If you haven’t taken a look at them, I encourage you to. And if you would like to add your own thoughts there too, even better.
I am honestly overwhelmed by everyone’s emotional intelligence, openness and appreciation. Please know that I read and relish every single comment under every single post, even if I am unable to respond to them all. And I know the rest of the community appreciates them too.
What a community it’s turning out to be. Thank you so much for taking the time to be here.
Why I really, really don’t like shopping
I really struggle with shopping. I would go as far as to say I actively intensely dislike the act, the pastime, the prayer to capitalism that is shopping.
I find most mainstream shops to be windowless, airless, joyless cathedrals of commercialism that shout at us to buy stuff we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t even like.
Like a lot of people, I spent my youth inside shopping malls. I worked in them (Zara, S.F. Cody’s Emporium and Footlocker in Bluewater) and I spent my leisure time in them. I’d seek out any reason to visit them - to meet friends, check out the sales, flirt with boys.
These days, I would rather be sat in the dentist’s chair than inside most shops, shopping malls or supermarkets. Luckily for me, my husband quite likes going to the shops. So fear not dear reader, I do still eat.
But on the rare occasion I accidentally find myself inside one of these spaces that are somehow diametrically both full of matter yet void of substance (I probably needed the loo), I am affronted by the wares paraded in front of me.
I end up paralysed, blinking blankly under the terrible lighting at all the colours and reflections and signs and offers and pings and automated check-out voices.
My airways are filled with the unmistakable bouquet of polystyrene packaging, microfibre dust and the odour of apathetic customer service, that unique and suffocating blend of eau de retail space. I find myself gasping for fresh air.
And I can’t get past the fact that pretty much everything glaring back at me has been pillaged from the Earth that sustains us.
There is so much of it. So much excess, so much waste, so much stuff.
Where is it all made? Is there a sweatshop somewhere in the world making every single thing that is sold in a shop? Has the whole planet been turned into one giant tat-making factory?
Let me be clear. Small independent shops and businesses selling sustainable, natural, locally produced, ethically sourced or handmade products and running their businesses in a different way, I have a great deal of time for.
I love these places and the shopping experience in them is joyous. I am not talking about these places.
The stuff that make up our things
Your average department store / shopping mall / supermarket etc. consists of shelf upon shelf and rail upon rail of natural crude oil, gas and coal reserves that have been manipulated into various forms of plastic, polymers, polyester and plenty more, infiltrating every aspect of our lives.
This stuff is everywhere and in everything. From fuels, toys, cleaners and medicines to electronics, toiletries, sports gear and home furnishings.
It has even made it into the depths of our lungs; it is no longer possible to simply exist without being violated by plastic.
And if it isn’t made from petroleum oil, it contains palm oil.
You’ll find this pervasive vegetable oil - that comes from the fruit of oil palm trees - in around 50% of all products on supermarket shelves, from biscuits to shampoo.
The trees of which are grown in vast monocultures at the expense of Southeast Asian rainforests, threatening their biodiversity, their peoples and the planet as a whole.
The same goes for soy, a globally traded commodity that serves as a key source of protein to feed all the intensively farmed animals we insist on eating so frequently.
Then there are all the precious and extremely finite materials used to make our phones and computers, mined in developing countries contributing to further environmental problems and social unrest.
Not to mention cotton being one of the most chemically intensive crops in the world.
And so on and so forth.
The gradual ‘cleaning up’ of my life courtesy of Marie Kondo.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very far from saintly when it comes to consumption.
I have plenty of plastic, non-organic cotton and precious minerals in my home. Probably a fair amount of hidden palm oil too (although this I find easier to exclude).
We can’t function without many of these things, myself included.
But I am on the slow and very gradual path of treading more lightly on the land. And it really is a journey and a long one, that started for me about five years ago.
For that is when I Marie Kondo’d my life.
If you’re unfamiliar with Marie Kondo’s work, she wrote a book called The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying which guides you through the process of permanently clearing the clutter in your home (and therefore, your mind), only keeping things that spark joy (it is great, I highly recommend it).
I read the book and did the work. But once I cleared up all the chaos, I found I was applying the same principles to the things I consumed too.
Ever since, anything new I have brought into my home and into my life - from a piece of furniture to multi-surface cleaner - has not only had to serve its purpose, but also make me feel good about using it too.
It takes a lot for me to part with my money
With all of this in mind, it really takes a lot for me to part with my money - I am not a natural spender. Not because I’m tight, but because I struggle to reconcile the true cost of things.
Not just how much something rings up for when checking out, but also taking into account how it was made and how doing so impacts societies, our health and the environment.
Before I embark on a relationship with a new brand or business to purchase a thing, service or experience, I will spend literal hours researching different options to figure out who is most deserving of my hard earned cash.
It’s not uncommon to find me at my desk post midnight having fallen down a black hole of B Corp certifications and green washing.
I take into account their ethos, sustainability credentials, sourcing of their materials, how they treat their workers, what good they are doing in the world and how much I like their products.
Welcome to The List, my secret black book of brands doing good
My dream one day is to be as self-sufficient as I possibly can and spend most of my waking hours making and creating the stuff I need to live.
In my utopian future I would keep chickens and bees, make my own soaps, whittle wood, dye fabrics, make cheese (I see three small goats), spin my own yarn (from my own sheep, of course), tap trees, make wine and weave baskets.
But until I get to this point (I’m working on it…) I still need to buy stuff, we all do.
And so I’d like to introduce to you a new regular feature for members of A Day Well Spent, The List.
Every few weeks I will share an exclusive peek into my little black book of favourite brands based on all this research, ranging from skincare and food retailers, to magazines and kitchen gadgets, to stationery and fashion and a whole lot more.
Once I become a customer, I’m usually one for life. These are the businesses I endorse spending your money with.
I will also be contacting some of these businesses (post publication) to see if they’d like to be involved in exclusive A Day Well Spent giveaways. I am certain many will be thrilled to have been featured and would love to take part.
Here is the first instalment of The List.