I miss things being repaired. I liked it when things got a new lease on usefulness. It was nice when people bragged about how old something was rather than what they got new. Remember having shoes heeled and soled and getting them back with a professional shine? How about the tv repairman coming to the house and he sat down for a cup of coffee? Did you have knives sharpened or rehandled, cushions reupholstered, patches on your jeans?
My granddaughter had a split seam on her pj's. She was sad because they were her favorite pj's. Mom said "I'll get you new ones." Grandma said, I'll get a needle and thread. My granddaughter watched every stitch with wide eyes. When the pj's were repaired, my granddaughter thanked me with a reverence in her voice more befitting the miracle of the loaves and fishes than a quick pj repair. Our society of disposables is definitely missing something rewarding. It feels good when you can restore usefulness. Younger generations don't seem to understand you can't replace "favorite" pj's, or broken in shoes, or a knife that feels familiar in your hand.
All progress is not bad, but new is not always better.