Too Frugal?

May 19, 2013

Credit: Margaret Boyles
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Arriving for an out-of-town funeral a couple of weeks ago, I parked my car, stepped out to walk the short distance to the church.

It felt as if I had something on the bottom of my shoe, and when I pull it off to look, I saw that the rubber sole was badly cracked and crumbling.

I attempted a fix by ducking into the church basement and connecting with a man who supplied me with rolls of electrical tape and duct tape. But a yard of tape couldn't remedy the damage. The soles were too far gone. I left crumbs of black rubber in the aisle and in the pew, and attended the reception downstairs in stocking feet.

It never occurred to me to check the soles before I headed out, so I had no idea they were in such bad shape. I’d bought them at a thrift store at least a decade ago and worn them hundreds of times. They were the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned, supple black leather uppers and low-heeled, dense rubber soles—my go-to pair for graduations, funerals, and town meetings.

Growing up frugal

I learned my frugal habits from my mother. She was joyously and creatively thrifty in every respect. I still get a good laugh whenever I recall how she got me through high school and college with a single pair of dress shoes and a few cans of spray paint.

I sailed through proms and other formal dances, concerts, weddings—even made an appearance as a bridesmaid—in those shoes. Mom just sprayed them to match each new outfit, and they always looked great. At each outing, however, I prayed I’d make it home before the cracks began to show. After all, the paint was intended for things like deck railings and furniture, not fabric shoes that needed to bend and stretch.
 

Frugality taken too far?

For decades of adult life, I’ve bartered, scrounged, saved, reused, and repurposed, generally by choice, often of necessity. Anything organic that burns or rots ends up in the garden as mulch, compost, or a soil amendment. The burnables run through the woodstove first, but the ashes go into the garden to help sweeten our acid soil. We save plastic bags, packing peanuts, and  insulated mailers. Over the years, I’ve hauled home discarded pallets, chicken wire, cast-iron cookware, laundry racks, and dozens of other items from the town dump.

The incident with the shoes got me to thinking about the many ways thriftiness can go too far. A quick search of the Web turns up many references to hoarding, obsessive thrift, and addictions to “extreme couponing,” thrift-store shopping, and yard-saling.
 

Hoarding? Not quite

A quick check my house, outbuildings, and grounds revealed I’d collected a lot of stuff I don’t need and won’t use.

I mucked out half a truckload of polystyrene vegetable containers, dozens of yogurt and deli tubs. I use about two dozen of vegetable containers and another couple dozen tubs each year for seed-starting/transplanting. I cut the bottoms off the yogurt tubs and use them as cutworm collars to protect garden transplants from the nasty larvae. But I’d collected hundreds of them, many from friends and acquaintances. Off to the dump!

I emptied the clothes closets of anything we hadn’t worn for a year. That included a dozen pairs of shoes I like to look at, but don’t wear because they’re either not practical or uncomfortable. Off (or I should say back) to Goodwill!

Next I’ll tackle the knee walls in the attic, a repository of child sleeping bags and the backyard tent, “extra” pillows and old comforters the mice and squirrels have chewed apart for nesting materials, and 20-year-old electronics we’ve never gotten around to recycling.

Later I’ll tackle the the barn and outbuildings, a daunting project.


True frugality

In my opening post two years ago, I described this blog as “Frugal, natural, at-hand: simple ideas for health & household.” I chose the word frugal with care because of its origins, writing:

It embraces a rich assortment of meanings gathered during its evolution from an ancient Proto-Indo-European root word, which meant both agricultural produce and to use and enjoy. This root gave rise to the Latin roots frux, meaning fruit, with associated figurative meanings such as value, success, and profit, and fructus, which figuratively embodies the meanings of enjoyment, delight, and satisfaction in addition to its literal meanings of fruit, and crops.

...So, by frugal, I suggest a way of living that’s fruitful: creative, generative, satisfying, full of delight, and connected to nature’s productive cycles.

Today, I’d add the idea of mindfulness to that definition. Frugality, whether chosen or required by circumstances, demands attention, and care.

By its nature, frugality implies not just usefulness and delight, but use. Hoarding, addiction, and obsession rob any behavior of its joy, and may prevent actual use. At some point, the habit takes control, and the virtues of true frugality disappear.

The English poet William Blake wrote, You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. Enough said!


 


Margaret Boyles lives in a wood-heated house in central New Hampshire. She grows vegetables, eats weeds, keeps chickens, swims in a backyard pond in summer, snowshoes in the surrounding woods in winter, and commutes by bike whenever possible.

Comments

Seems hard in this day of

By Tacobelle

Seems hard in this day of excessive packaging not to be always looking for another use for it rather than tossing it. We recycle as much as we can and we've gotten to the point in our lives where we just don't need much in the way of "stuff" Being a house cleaner, I often see homes with way too much stuff and I come home wanting to start decluttering even though we are in fair shape. One thing that helps us is to keep a box at the ready for Goodwill. And I try to make a point of not going in unless I've got something to get rid of. "Something in, something out!" Thanks

I think sometimes we carry it

By Victoria Kromer

I think sometimes we carry it a bit too far...After studying Feng Shui I see how people try and save almost everything...If you dont use it get rid of it...and if you think you may need it then put it aside and in a year if you still havent used it throw it away! We have inherited this save thing from our Parents who lived thru a war and were afraid of throwing anything away...Get over it!!!

I've had the same experience

By Peggy Southall

I've had the same experience with two pairs of shoes. Both pair had not been worn in for some time. The soles on one pair literally fell apart in the mall. (Note: happened after I had walked in rhem for awhile.) I just kept walking,

Wow! I have the same

By Gail Merrill

Wow! I have the same container addiction! You never know when it will come in handy.

My husband had the same thing

By Barbara C.

My husband had the same thing happen to him with his shoes.

What a wonderful journey

By CarolJKH

What a wonderful journey you've had! I enjoyed reading your insights.

Thanks for all your comments,

By Margaret Boyles

Thanks for all your comments, folks. Glad to hear others have had the same experience with old shoes. Makes me feel less like the village eccentric.

And Carol, to quote the Grateful Dead, "What a long, strange trip it's been."

I hope u sent the polystyrene

By Misha81800

I hope u sent the polystyrene and plastic to a recycling facility and not just a landfill.

Yes, I tossed them all into

By Margaret Boyles

Yes, I tossed them all into the mixed-container bin at the town dump. We don't send anything to a landfill; our disposal site is a trash-burning facility. Don't feel too bad about burning plastic trash though, since a lot of plastic intended for recycling never actually gets recycled. But that's another story altogether,

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