During the early months of 2020 I stitched a list into an old dressing gown cataloguing our daily consumption: food, cleaning products, alcohol and pills, exposing excess and boredom : the routines, requirements, treats and medications needed to survive life in the days before, during and after the pandemic. The stitching was both tedious and obsessional with a slow but urgent need to be self-reliant and to try to avoid excess self-medicating. Those strange months seemed to provoke a general unchecked consumerism alongside the fear and uncertainty.