Everyone has their thing. That one thing that you always go back to or just can’t pass up. For some people it’s clothes, or shoes, or left handed flange tighteners, or whatever. Mine is books. I bought some more today even though I have scads – at least a bookcase full – of waiting to be read books already. “But these were different! They’re nonfiction, and on subjects I’m really interested in!” Yeah. I had coupons. I had been doing well only buying from used bookstores where I had credits but the coupons came in the mail the other day… 20% off. Two of them. Ridiculous. So, I’ve decided that I’m taking it out of my allowance and I’ll just have to live with the consequences.
I told you that we give ourselves an allowance every pay period, right? A set amount of money that we can each spend any way we want without consulting each other or feeling guilty about “wasting” it. I’ve been saving mine for a while and this time I’m just going to have that much less to save. It’s worked well for us so far. I feel like, when I buy my husband a gift with my allowance money (his birthday was a couple of weeks ago), I’m spending my money on it, not just giving his back to him. Also, it lets me squirrel away as much as I want without being teased or told that it’s too much, that we need something to live on.
My books have become a family joke though. At one point I had over 1000. I just got rid of around 300 and now I have sad, empty shelves. Must fill them! No! Must resist! I have plenty! I have started putting pictures and knick nacks in some holes so it looks filled still. Fool the eye. Smart, right?
When I got rid of the books, I traded them to used bookstores for credits so that I can get “new” books for “free”. I’ve done well sticking to that and getting my book fix at those stores, but I backslid today. Ah well. No one is perfect. I shall renew my pledge to no longer buy new books (to save money and the environment), and trade for what I want instead. If there is a must-have new book by one of my favorite authors, I can buy it digitally (thereby still saving trees at least).
Maybe I should declare a moritorium on book buying until I’ve made at least a dent in what I have already accumulated. That’s a hard one. It’s one of my only true hobbies, trolling the aisles of the bookstore. Maybe I’ll finally get around to doing one of the hobbies I habitually start and never finish. Yes. You heard it here first. No more book buying until I have gotten through at least 1/3 of what I have now. By that time it should be easier not to buy as much. I have been in an acquisitive mood lately because I’ve been exploring the wonderful world of hobby farming. If I’m curious about something, I buy books about it. Several, so that I can get a rounded view of the thing. But I have a dozen books on money, homesteading, and the environment that I haven’t read yet. It’s time. I have enough.
So, what’s your dohickey? What can you not pass by? Office supplies? Sports equipment? Plants? Even the most frugal feel the tug of something. What’s yours?