One of my school friends, Jess, is six days older than me. Just before we both turned 40 in November last year she dropped me a text saying: “Instead of presents this year, should we go away for a weekend of yoga?”

Obviously, I said yes and after several months of research we’ve finally settled on a three night retreat in Norfolk over the May bank holiday with Adventure Yogi. The majority of my friends, Jess included, moved away from London when they had children so I see her less frequently than I used to and, as much as I adore her husband and two daughters, the thought of spending the weekend together and catching up, just the two of us, like old times, with added yoga, well, I can’t wait.

Jess isn’t the only one who went down the moments not things route for my birthday. Both my sisters did too. Anna treated me to an own a horse day for adults, a perfect gift for this adult who was a pony mad teenager. I’m going to wait until the weather’s warmer to book. And Chrissi bought me a voucher for a cheese and wine tasting tour for two which, now that Dry January* is over we can finally go on. Bring on the cheese. And the wine. Hurrah!

All of this isn’t to say that I don’t still like nice things and that I didn’t love and appreciate every single thoughtfully chosen gift I received for my birthday too. It’s just that as I get older I’m realising that I need less stuff and I have to really love the stuff that surrounds me. Which is why, I think, that I’m increasingly unshopping (aka taking back) the stuff I buy. If I get an item of clothing home, try it on again and can’t see myself wearing it for several years well, then, I don’t feel as if I’m getting my money’s worth and back it goes. I would rather spend the money I have on evenings and weekends with friends, trips abroad and doing things I love than have a wardrobe stuffed with lovely things I don’t wear.

As much as possible, I like the things I do own to have memories attached. My birthday gifts included a veggie cookbook, a lovely necklace and a travel notebook all of which remind me of the friend who gave me them when I use or wear them. And many of the things around my home were bought on my travels so they’re forever linked to the places where I found them and the people I met and the experiences, I, erm, experienced, when I was there.

Is any of this making any sense to anyone? Have you bought or received an excellent moments-not-things gift? Do share below!

* In the interests of full disclosure I should say at this point that my Dry January actually ended up being more Dry-ish January. I had a couple of drinks on a couple of occasions, once when I went to a restaurant I’d been dying to try for AGES and I wasn’t going to deny myself of having a nice glass of red with the yummy spread, and last week when my Dad was in town for dinner. At the time of writing I haven’t had a drink in February. It seems that by cutting down I actually want to drink less than I did before. Who’d a thunk it?!