I TRIED to Buy Local… I Really Tried


My furniture painting adventure is so very near to being complete I can almost taste it.

And the most difficult part of my journey, finding the right pulls for my repainted bedroom set is now actually finished.

So I’m glad about that.

The top knobs were no trouble to find. There is a great selection of this type of hardware. I found a ton of selection and a variety of prices. Therefore, I was able to shop around, compare prices, and choose what suited my needs best.


The pulls proved to be more difficult.

First of all, they measured 3″ from hole to hole, making them un-standard in my town. Who knew!?

Anyway, there were a few options but they were either not quite right or too expensive.

So I went where you told me to go: online.

I’m a big believer in shopping local, and keeping my hard-earned dollars in my country. But what am I supposed to do when I can’t find what I need?

After a couple days of browsing I settled on a simple bar design and after a bit of fiddling even managed to secure free shipping. In the end I saved more than $100 by making my purchase of 16 pulls online—and I received them less than a week after ordering.


Now I only have one piece of furniture left to repaint. I’ve put it off for a few weeks, as the weather hasn’t been very…supportive.

I may have to move operations indoors if I actually want to complete this project.

Plumber’s Advice: Sink Volcano

I’ve been complaining about my sink for the better part of since I moved into my condo, all in an effort to convince my dad to put in a new sink for me. A cool sink. You know, a trendy expensive one.

And basically since my dad is a plumber, I’ve been trying to figure out how to get said sink from him. But he really only does things like that when we “need” them.

So…since my sink is fully functioning…

Solution: It’s irreversibly clogged!

Anyway, my dad had an answer for that too. Sink volcano.

Without giving me actual measurements he told me the thing to do was put some baking soda down the drain…followed by vinegar.

I was surprised when it only frothed a bit (there were some noises, but I can’t describe them and they weren’t scary or anything). I guess I was expecting a geyser or something.

But then it would have been a sink geyser and, well, that’s not what I was making in the sink.

Oh, and I should add I’m not actually as manipulative as I made myself sound for the story. At least, I hope I’m not. Although I wish for a cool trendy sink I don’t have the guts to go through with my evil plan.

And the volcano totally worked.

Bad Habit #2: Using Things Up

At first glance, using things up completely may not seem like a bad habit. It’s very green, it’s anti-waste, and it prevents me from purchasing things I’m not completely sure I will use. However, I sense I have a problem.

Because I have seen myself—as much as I hate to admit it—collecting other people’s castoffs. Specifically toiletries.

It’s not that I want this stuff. Actually, I don’t. And I don’t need it either. I can afford my own stuff. It’s the thought of it going to waste that makes me shudder.

I mean, you can’t donate 3/4 used toiletries to charity. To them it’s garbage. And would you purchase hair gel that was already open? No way! That’s totally gross!

So what…am I doing?

As I look at my bathroom, filled to capacity with half-used toiletries I neither want nor need I wonder why I would rather force myself to use someone else’s cast off toiletries than knowingly allow it to go to landfills.

It’s a hassle. And it’s uncomfortable. And people think I’m really weird.

In fact I found myself hoping the stuff would be unusable and/or broken so I could throw it away with a clean conscience.

I have two final thoughts. First, at least this isn’t as bad as bad habit #1 (reheating old coffee). Second, this desire to use things up completely can only support my increasing penchant for re-purposing old, useless junk.

Collecting Buttons in Moderation

Last week or maybe the one before I had an opportunity to go through a huge jar of buttons and take my pick.

Actually, there were two jars but I only dropped one and as a result was able to go through said jar quite thoroughly.

I was never that interested in buttons. Until I needed one, that is. This is when I learned just how expensive cool buttons are.

It’s bizarre actually. Well, maybe to all you FBB’s (frequent button buyers) it’s no big deal but for me paying $5 or $6 for a button was a bit insane.

Perhaps I don’t know where to shop for buttons.

Collecting buttons

Anyway, I gathered only the buttons I thought I would use in the next year (I tend to over-collect and am learning to hold back) and am very much looking forward to updating my grandma’s old 60s handmade pillows. I did one already but was a bit miffed about the price of upcycling when it came to the buttons.

In case you’re wondering, this is the updated one (the retro pillows are hidden in this old post). My grandma and mom made a set of three in brown, orange, yellow, and brown and they had massive pom poms on them. They’re great but don’t quite go with my living room.

This is much better.

Lamp Push Back

I received a surprising amount of emails and messages this weekend expressing each sender’s desire to “smash my lamps.”

Now that’s a lot of lamp push back.

There’s a lot of lamp-envy going on, methinks.

But a bit unexpected.

Your comments have been noted and I’ll keep you in the loop. Thank you for your interest in my horrible lamps.