I just wanted to share this...
This is a recent blog post I wrote about compacting.
I went to Target today. Once again, I’ll say upfront that I believe that I buy less “crap” from Target than most people. But it is still Target, after all, Home of Crap, the Crap Super Center, Come Get Your Crap Here (though probably not to the same degree as Walmart). It was kind of nice to know that because of the compact, I couldn’t/shouldn’t get anything other than what I was there for (washing soda, a scrub brush, stickers for T’s class, and a package of candy which I had been specifically directed to buy for their Valentine’s Day party… maybe I’ll complain about that later… wasn’t going to rock the boat this time). I was also purchasing a gift for the birthday party T is going to on Saturday. And yea for me, I remembered to bring a cloth bag for this errand, not just the trip to the grocery store.
I realize that these forays into the wilds of Target will take on more and more of an anthropology field trip feel the further I get into the compacting mindset. As I walked by various toiletries displays, I boggled at some of the weird new crap being sold (or at least being marketed). I walked by fast enough that I’m not completely sure what purpose some of these things served. One set of thingamajigs involved molded plastic, batteries I think, and probably some kind of creamy stuff inside. There was an anti-aging display (my thought: aging happens, folks). Tons of tschotchkes in the seasonal area (where I found the VD candy). [Honey, if you’re reading this, please know that as usual, I don’t want any crap for VD, I just want a thoughtful hand-written letter. :>) You’ll get the same.]
As far as the birthday present goes… I tried hard (as I usually do) to get a gift that is non-annoying, useful, fun (and hopefully, fun beyond the moment that the package is ripped open), etc. I don’t go for ridiculously gendered toys (like those he man rescue heroes… I don’t care if they fight fires, I can tell that they’re taking steroids, and I’ll bet they don’t bake little molded plastic cakes back at the fire house). I will not do plasticky battery-operated toys (because I’ll admit that I generally hate it when my kids get these things as gifts). Anyway, yes, I bought
a birthday gift, but since this is listed as an exception in my compact, I don’t feel any guilt.