I realize I have bought the same black phone charger three times while holding another one in my hand.
Not metaphorically. Literally. I am standing in my flat in Cologne, one drawer open, one charger in my left hand, and a fresh new one still in its packaging on the table. It is a small object, not a financial disaster, but the feeling is oddly annoying. Like my money has not been stolen, exactly. More like it has quietly wandered off because I forgot to shut the door.
The worst part? This is not my first duplicate.
There is the nice notebook I bought because I “needed one for project ideas,” then later found two nearly identical ones in a tote bag. There is the skincare product I rebought because I was sure I was running out, only to discover a full backup hiding behind a towel. There are batteries, cables, black socks, postage stamps, tea lights, and one very specific kind of pen I apparently believe will solve my life.
None of these purchases feel reckless at the time. That is what makes them tricky. They feel practical. Responsible, even. I am not buying something flashy. I am buying something useful.
But “useful” becomes expensive when I keep buying the same useful thing again.
The turning point comes on a rainy afternoon when I am cleaning out a cabinet I have been avoiding for weeks. You know the cabinet. The one where things go when you say, “I’ll put this away properly later,” and later becomes a historical era.
I pull everything out and make little piles on the floor. Office stuff. Bathroom stuff. Tech stuff. Things that have no legal category. And slowly, the evidence appears.
I do not have a shopping problem in the dramatic sense. I have a visibility problem.
I keep rebuying things because I cannot see what I already own. Or I can see it, but not at the moment I need it. My home is not full of luxury mistakes. It is full of forgotten backups, misplaced essentials, and “just in case” purchases that lost their case.
That afternoon, I do something very boring that changes more than I expect: I stop organizing by room and start organizing by purpose.
All cables go in one place. Not one cable in my desk, one near the bed, one in a travel pouch, and one in a drawer that also contains old loyalty cards and a mystery key. One place.
All stationery goes together. All toiletries that are not currently in use go into one small box. Not a beautiful social-media pantry system. Just a plain container where I can see what exists before I buy more.
Then I make a tiny “check first” list on my phone. It is not an inventory of my entire life because I respect my own limits. It only includes the things I tend to rebuy by accident: chargers, notebooks, skincare backups, cleaning supplies, socks, batteries, basic groceries.
Before I buy one of those things, I check the list. That is it. No grand transformation montage. No new personality.
The first test comes a week later.
I am in a shop, holding another notebook. It has a clean cover and thick paper, the kind that makes me believe my thoughts will become more elegant by association. I can already picture it on my desk, which is always how they get me.
Then I remember the list.
I open my phone and see: “Notebooks: enough.”
Annoying. Accurate.
I put it back.
There is a tiny moment of disappointment, because part of me wanted the feeling of starting fresh. But the real fresh start is not buying another blank book. It is using one of the blank books I already own.
That is when the money lesson lands for me. Rebuying things is not always about forgetting. Sometimes it is about chasing the feeling of being prepared.
A new charger says, “I will never be caught out again.” A new notebook says, “This project will finally be organized.” A backup product says, “Future me will be calm and capable.” These are lovely little promises. But they cost money, take up space, and often solve a problem I already solved last month.
I also start noticing the pattern in my spending. When I get curious instead of annoyed, the duplicate purchases show up in clusters. Busy weeks. Travel days. Times when I am juggling client work and household tasks and do not want one more tiny inconvenience. Tracking those purchases in Monee helps because I stop seeing them as random. They become signals.
Not “I am bad with money.”
More like: “When I am rushed, I buy certainty.”
That is useful information.
Here is what I would do differently if I were starting again: I would not begin with a huge declutter. That makes the whole thing feel like a weekend project, and I already have enough weekend projects staring at me from corners. I would start with one category that keeps costing me money.
For me, that category is small essentials. The boring things. The things I buy because I am mildly irritated, not because I truly need them.
I would also stop trusting memory. Memory is wonderful for old song lyrics and embarrassing things I said years ago. It is less reliable for whether there is an unopened pack of batteries in the hallway cupboard.
Now, before I buy something basic, I ask myself three questions:
Do I know where the current one is?
Have I checked the place where this category lives?
Am I buying this because I need it, or because I want to feel more prepared?
These questions are slightly inconvenient. That is the point. They put a pause between the impulse and the purchase. Most duplicate buys cannot survive a pause.
A few practical takeaways if you keep rebuying things you already own:
- Give repeat items one home. If the same category is scattered across five places, you will keep thinking you have none.
- Make a short “check first” list. Only include the things you actually rebuy by accident. Keep it easy enough to use in a shop.
- Track duplicates for a month. Not to judge yourself, but to see when and why they happen.
- Notice the feeling behind the purchase. Sometimes you are buying the item. Sometimes you are buying relief.
- Use what you already have first. Especially notebooks. I say this with affection and experience.
If you are in this situation, you do not need a perfect inventory system. You need better visibility, a small pause, and a little honesty about what you are really trying to fix when you reach for another “practical” purchase.

