Buying nothing new this year definitely has me rethinking my relationship with stuff. I’m throwing less away and stretching the life of things I already own—patching, mending, darning, gluing, duct taping, etc. So, the idea of “repair cafes” got my attention.
A couple of times a month in Amsterdam, people can bring their stuff to a community center where volunteers who like to fix things will give it new life—for free. The organizers (who serve coffee and cookies and call it a cafe) see it as a way to reduce waste, save money, and subvert our “throwaway” culture. Repair seems like a key component to reducing, reusing, and recycling. But, is repair dead? Dying? Or reviving?
In some sense repair as a way of life seems long dead. In a lot of the old fables and fairy tales I read my daughter these days, there are tinkers, cobblers, tailors, junk peddlers, and rag-and-bone men. Medieval Europeans just didn’t throw stuff away. Neither did my grandparents who’d lived through the Great Depression. But in more recent history—even as recently (ah-hem) as my childhood—back in the late ’70s and through the 1980s, there were still people who made a living in my little hometown repairing things. I remember the quiet, old guy with thick glasses and coveralls who repaired televisions, radios, tools and the like. He had a busy main street store front where, one by one, he revived the electronics piled up around him. There was a shoe repair shop. You could buy nifty iron-on patches for your denim pants at the drug store. My favorite of all, was the toy repair lady. She had a mile-high beehive hairdo and a tiny upstairs workshop in a creaky old building. She reattached a limb and put new hair on my favorite doll—a doll way too important to throw away.
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