I saw this article online today and it made me want to punch a hole in my monitor. The gall of the woman, complaining about lost luxuries. I’m sure it sucks, but you’re still better off than a large chunk of the population. I know I have it good, and I’m thankful for it. <\/p>\n
Merry Christmas? Along with millions of other middle class mothers, I can’t afford one<\/strong><\/p>\n
Less than five years ago, Christmas for me meant leisurely afternoons in Harrods \u00adbuying a pretty embroidered cushion, some bath oil and a toy or two here, some smoked salmon and a box of chocolates there. And the best thing was that you could send your plethora of luxury gifts down to the front door and then collect them later. No hulking heavy bags round the other shops as I stocked up on yet more presents. Shopping in a global superstore among the well-heeled is a relaxed pleasure \u2014 or should I say, it was. For today it is merely a gold-tinted memory, as remote and exotic as going to Timbuktu. This year, the arrival of the festive period has sent shivers down my spine. And not because of the cold.<\/p>\n
Like many thousands of families across Britain, I have experienced a dramatic downturn in my \u00adfortunes in the past year or two. To put it simply: I may be middle class, but I\u2019m poverty-stricken. Five years ago, I earned \u00a31,200 a week from my work as a TV and film producer and would have thought nothing of spending \u00a345 on a pot of gold-lidded lusciously scented body cream as a Christmas present for a distant cousin. Now, I live in a two-bedroom rented flat in West London and my cousins will have to make do with little \u00adtrinkets for their children only. <\/p>\n
So how did this happen? Put simply, my partner and I started a new \u00adbusiness four years ago, and we \u00adborrowed and borrowed and bought a country house alongside the two we owned between us in London. We practically rebuilt it while I fussed over the kitchen, oohing and aahing over Farrow & Ball paint and butler sinks. We moved to the Cotswolds and I even bought another cottage as an \u2018investment\u2019. When the recession hit, we realised the value of our properties had slumped and we were largely in \u00adnegative equity. We had to rearrange our lives totally. These days, I am lucky if I earn \u00a3500 a week as a writer.<\/p>\n
When I first wrote about becoming one of the Nouveau Pauvre \u2014 the newly poor \u2014 in the summer, many readers reacted angrily, feeling that because there were times when I\u2019d been more fortunate, to complain about losing luxuries was repugnantly selfish. That\u2019s as maybe \u2014 it doesn\u2019t alter the fact that my life has changed \u00adradically through having far less money. And I\u2019m certainly not the only one struggling to provide a happy Christmas for one and all.<\/p>\n
Many of my friends are in quiet despair. One girlfriend told me that she\u2019d planned to spend only \u00a350 on her 15-year-old daughter and yet the same daughter is now asking for an iPad, which can cost more than eight times that. Another mum, with three grown-up children, told me that five years ago she would go to H&M as a matter of course for cheap and quirky clothes, but now she finds herself baulking at the prices. Even Boden, that reliable stand-by of well-to-do mums in the Home Counties, is now looking too expensive.<\/p>\n
One friend has not stopped thanking me since I told her about a local \u00adcharity shop that sells quite good children\u2019s clothes. And another tried to save money by buying her son cheap trainers, only to be advised by her daughter that he would not be seen dead in anything other than the latest Nikes. It\u2019s certainly not confined to my group of friends.<\/p>\n
According to a recent survey, more than half (53 per cent) of mums are planning to cut back on the cost of Christmas presents this year, looking for better-value options and discounted items, while 42 per cent just plan to buy fewer presents. And shoppers are set to spend just \u00a3195 on festive gifts for loved ones, down \u00a337 on last year\u2019s figure. Personally, if it were just me and my partner, we\u2019d tighten our belts and be done with it. But I have a six-year-old daughter and a 12-year-old step-daughter \u2014 not to mention six godchildren and about a dozen other children, ranging from teenagers to toddlers \u2014 who I need to buy presents for.<\/p>\n
Just as I used to do as a \u00adlittle girl, my daughter has written a wish list to Santa and is confidently expecting him to wiggle down the chimney with a sack bulging with goodies ranging from a violin to Silly Bandz, the ubiquitous rubber bracelets all the rage among young girls. She has been aglow with anticipation and her face lights up every time she hears the word \u2018present\u2019. And the idea of having to disappoint her makes me feel sick to my stomach. In an attempt to soften the blow, I tried to lower her expectations the other day.<\/p>\n
We were singing along to carols in the car and when it came to the last verse of In The Bleak Mid\u00adwinter I made her listen to the bit that involves the poor man with nothing to give other than his heart. My six-year-old smiled at me from the back seat, agreed that love was a very nice present and then asked with considerable shrewdness for her age: \u2018But Santa\u2019s still coming, isn\u2019t he?\u2019<\/p>\n
Incapable of treading on her dreams, I decided I might be able to afford stockings if I filled them with lots of little, cheap things that would give the illusion of bulk and plenty. So, far from perusing the aisles of Harrods, I found myself checking out the bargains at Poundland. I discovered excellent deals like giant Toblerones for under \u00a31 \u2014 but still, it was not the place to fill an entire stocking. Yet even the most reasonable of places, like Asda, no longer seem that cheap. I have made it a golden rule not to spend more than \u00a35 on a stocking present, and am horrified by how many items like window stickers, sets of crayons, colouring books, little plastic puppies and so on cost well over that. Even Silly Bandz just squeak in at \u00a34.99, depending on where you buy them. I tried the internet, but quickly filled a virtual basket that came to over \u00a3320 so, feeling queasy, I abandoned the website. <\/p>\n
And when I went back to the shops, all I could think was: \u2018I can\u2019t afford this. Why am I here?\u2019 And it\u2019s not just presents I can\u2019t afford. There are the time-honoured rituals, like the annual visit to the local pantomime or to a London show, that are now out of the question. Tickets for the musical Wicked were \u00a390 when I last looked. Then there are the decorations that suddenly seem oh-so-\u00adexpensive. My mother always had a glossy, fat-berried holly wreath on our front door, but today something similar can cost well over \u00a340, even if you try to track one down cheaply in a local market.<\/p>\n
What my mother did save on was tree decorations \u2014 we had a few red and green baubles and some lengths of lank tinsel that were wrapped in tissue and carefully put away each year. I still own a few surviving baubles and some tiny birds made out of pipe-cleaner that will make it on to our tree this year. <\/p>\n
And don\u2019t even get me started on food. Ever since Nigella first exhorted us to be domestic goddesses, even my most laid-back friends have become control freaks in their Christmas kitchens, feeling pressured to make their own stuffing and cranberry sauce \u2014 all organic, of course. Long gone are the days when you just bought a supermarket turkey and shoved it in the oven. Now, we are made to feel like lousy cooks if we haven\u2019t soaked it in a spicy brine full of expensive Maldon sea salt, \u00adcinnamon sticks and maple syrup for days beforehand. My mother was lucky because my grandmother provided us with tin upon tin of home-made mince pies and a Christmas cake. I would love to bake, but I don\u2019t have time.<\/p>\n
Even wrapping paper has become a source of irritation. My mother spent hours wrapping presents, turning even a mundane gift into an enticing, beribboned box worthy of one of the Three Kings. Following in her footsteps, I used to buy ribbons from VV Rouleaux \u2014 now their price of \u00a350 for velvet and silk ribbons seems truly shocking. Obscene, even. So I was thrilled to spot a six-pack of gold twine at Tesco for \u00a32, and I\u2019m hoping that will do the trick.<\/p>\n
Of course, to some struggling to pay even basic household bills, this may all sound like another self-pitying whinge from someone who once had it all. But I guess the point is that still \u2014 despite the recession \u2014 many of us feel under more pressure than ever before to create a perfect Christmas. How many families, I wonder, are tormented by the question: can I spend less this year without looking horribly mean? Their anxieties will only be fuelled by the pressure to spend, spend, spend our way out of recession, as retailers advertise like mad for what customers there are who do have money to spend.<\/p>\n
Every commercial seems to be rooted in the cheery assumption that we all have oodles of cash again. \u2018I want that!\u2019 has become a familiar cry in our household as my girls are targeted by yet another advertisement for a Nintendo or an all-\u00adsinging, all-dancing plastic pet shop. There is no point trying to buy children a cut-price version of what they ask for. They are ferociously loyal to their brands and they would far rather have a cash donation towards a real pair of Uggs than be palmed off with a fake pair from Sainsbury\u2019s. Yes, Christmas is heaven for the rich, but increasingly hellish for the less well-off. The plight of those of us living in reduced circumstances is made even worse by those lucky enough to have remained in employment, who are also enjoying vastly reduced mortgage rates.<\/p>\n
And while I expect little sympathy, I\u2019m not too proud to admit that it seems a particularly brutal hell when once, not so long ago, I could treat my little ones to almost everything (within reason) on their wish lists. And I suspect I am not alone. Christmas is always a peak time for family break-ups, but I can\u2019t help feeling it will be even worse this year. Cooped up families worrying about their jobs can only be enraged by the extra \u00adburden of celebrating a Christmas they may not be able to afford.<\/p>\n
Kirsty White, a counsellor at the Tavistock Centre For Couple \u00adRelationships, says: \u2018Families \u00adexperiencing financial difficulties are especially vulnerable at this time of year. \u2018For those with children, Christmas brings an extra challenge to fulfil their expectations and possibly repair either real or perceived damage caused by financial constraints. \u2018This can be divisive, with one partner seemingly turning a blind eye to difficulties by indulging expectations, leaving the other forced to play Scrooge. Both can end up feeling judged and misunderstood. In these circumstances, engaging with the reality of their financial situation seems even more unbearable.\u2019<\/p>\n
In Christmas\u2019s bitter aftermath, Kirsty expects to be busy in January. I for one don\u2019t want to spend another year bickering with my partner about what size of tree we can afford while wondering if I will be deemed mean for spending \u00a310 less on a favourite godson. The whole thing has become one big headache. This June, I finally paid off the last of my credit card bills. I have not used one since. I know, in reality, as Christmas Day creeps up on me, I am bound to dust off one, persuading myself that my family\u2019s and friends\u2019 presents are paramount. I wish I were brave enough to do things differently. But the truth is I\u2019m just too squeamish about disappointing my children in the short term \u2014 even though in the long term I would probably be doing them an enormous favour.<\/p>\n
So with Advent upon us, I can only look to the next few weeks with a creeping sense of dread. Cry \u2018Bah Humbug\u2019 if you must. Call me spoilt if you wish. But the fact is, I wish I could \u00adcancel Christmas.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Some of the comments about the article:<\/p>\n
Wow I would love to make only \u00a3500 a week. Perhaps handmade gifts would be in order, and perhaps you should just tell your children to expect less. My son knows we don’t have a lot of money, and is prepared to take a less expensive gift. Greed has brought us all to this point, so let’s teach our kids it’s not about how much money you have or what possessions you have.<\/p>\n
You want to make a happy, shiny Christmas for your family; yet you can graciously inform everyone that Santa has so many more VERY poor children to care for this year. So this Christmas will not be as plentiful as others, yet we are all together, and that is where happiness lies.<\/p>\n
Well it seems to me a pity you brought your children up to be so materialistic and unappreciative of the value of money. And who says a Christmas is “perfect’ because the presents are wrapped in velvet ribbon and the chocolates are from Harrods?? Seems to me you have a very very weird idea of happiness based solely on what you have in the bank and can afford to fritter away on expensive ‘trinkets’. I think you sound like a very sad and bitter woman and need a dose of reality.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I saw this article online today and it made me want to punch a hole in my monitor. The gall of the woman, complaining about lost luxuries. I’m sure it sucks, but you’re still better off than a large chunk of the population. I know I have it good, and I’m thankful for it. Merry…<\/p>\n