I like old things. Not antiques, per se, but things built by hand, before plastic, with parts that can be un- and re-assembled, replaced, repaired. I like being reminded that it was not always 'convenient,' that all of this was, once, not so disposable. I like being reminded that work and planning went into something as simple as a season, a wardrobe, a kitchen, a meal.
I don't want to be entertained. I don't want to surround myself with so-called conveniences. I want life and memory and quality of thought and of conversation. I don't want mail-order. I want my hands to learn the work of my days, to let their skill make each decision for me.