Dear Reader,
I blame the TV show Friends and Neighbors for the fact that I bought three mirrors.
Remember how I said I was staring at mirrors on the show (and not even symbolically, but yes, that too)? Well yesterday, before going to see The Devil Wears Prada 2, I asked Barry if he minded if we stopped by the Goodwill so I could see what they had on hand, because the online prices for mirrors had me yikesing.
I called the Goodwill and it turned out they were open, yay, but only until 2 because of the holiday.
We were planning on hitting the 11 am movie.
We raced to the store with only about 20 minutes to comfortably shop and check out if we were going to make it to the movie on time.
Barry went in one direction, I went in another. I scanned quickly to find the mirror section. There was a big expanse of white that could have been a picture or a mirror, the rear of something, but Word Raccoon said it was a mirror and I rushed towards it.
She was right.
We quickly pawed through the stack and soon found exactly what we wanted.
And did the gorgeous gold-framed rectangular mirror I found cost hundreds of dollars?
It did not.
It cost $19.99. And it’s really nice. Not perfect, but Word Raccoon does not do perfect.
Well, after a quick consult, I wrangled it into the cart and raced over to the furniture area, looking for a slim console table or desk for the hall. Immediately I spied one for $14.99 that looked made for the space. I ripped the tag off the desk to claim it and called Barry once again to ask if he wanted a look.
(Did I mention the place was packed?)
“Have you seen the line at the registers?” Barry asked as he quickly agreed to the desk.
We jumped in line. It was so long I asked if he minded if I ran back because I hadn’t had a chance to find a better picture frame for my lovely painting I showed you a couple of days ago.
I found the perfect frame, and hopped back in line. When at last we heard the total, I gasped in disbelief.
The three items I had chosen including a jacket totaled $19.00.
“Did you scan the mirror?” I asked her, not believing that could be right.
The clerk smiled. “It’s half price day.”
Which explained the crowd.
WR pirouetted and wheeled the cart out gleefully. I do believe I even saw a heel click.
Why she had brought her smaller car when searching for furniture, who knows, but somehow it fit. (Honestly, she thought she might find a mirror but really was not confident she’d find a desk, is likely why.)
But wait, didn’t I mention three mirrors?
I did indeed.
After the movie, I teased that no one was at the theater (except a couple who were rude enough to sit right behind us in an otherwise empty theater. Psychos, WR hissed, but I told her that was a little harsh.), because they were all at the Goodwill.
It was just after one PM.
“Want to go back?” Barry asked.
“Did you get to look at what you wanted to?” (That was a yes, let’s return in WR-speak.)
He had not. I blame a certain mirror scout.
We had 45 minutes, give or take, before 2. If we had found all of that in 20 minutes…
WR ran back to the mirror section on a hunch, and found two gorgeous oval mirrors that were only $5 each!! She had no idea where they were going except in the cart.
She lamp stalked, finding one with a shade she was pretty sure she could convince to mirror the shiny teal lampshade we’d just seen in the movie and she’d insisted the hallway needed that blue with the yellow. I agreed. Lamp and shade for the hallway, thrifted for $3.50.
Not knowing for sure how she’d transform the shade, she grabbed a colorful curtain and a pillowcase in the required color for fifty cents each to see if either of those would work for nothing o’dollars. (Okay, 50 cents.)
Once she got them home, however, the curtain was just right to drape over the desk and she realized she preferred trim, not an entire lampshade, so as not to overpower the desk and small space. She ordered teal tassel trim that has already arrived, though I’m making her wait before tackling yet another project. (That sounds like a tongue twister: teal tassel trim.)
Now back to the Goodwill.
I will not list every blessed thing she found, but she thrifted a gorgeous wooden platter, huge, painted with cherries and I “swan,” I think she’s going to insist it go on a kitchen wall. I’m not going to stop her.
In fact, I think that has inspired the kitchen cabinet update I was supposed to be researched.
Checking that off the list.
She found a metal sculptural wall hanging with ancient looking “tiles” that she is likely going to repaint the middle section of, but which told her it belongs in the hall. (WHEN WILL THOSE WALLS BE CURED? SHE CANNOT WAIT TO HANG DECOR!)
And she found a wide but narrow seaside painting that obviously wants to fill the porch wall where she finally took down the pie tins she put up so many years ago. That might happen yet today. If she goes to the gym first. I’m not above bribery.
Update: I let her put it up before the gym, but then she kept her word and went.
One of the mirrors, actually, has been put up in the living room in place of something that had been there too, too, long. WR took a long, deep, breath after making that change today.
Anyway, as we put our jewelry on this morning, WR said she wants jewel-like poetry today. She’s ready for delicate, peony-like stanzas. Spring pink syllables.
I am hoping to limit her household project time today in favor of writing, but instead she’s fussing with the doctor’s office as we try to sort out a refill request with our lovely mail-order medicine company. Great shades of 1900’s-era Sears & Roebuck.
At least she’s able to sit outdoors today. She’s loving that.
Poems prefer spring,
Drema
P.S. WR, instead of doing any of the list of things she was supposed to for the week instead ripped the fabric and foam off a bench just to see what was underneath because she was tired of it as is. Now she’s contemplating a bazillion ideas for it, but the lead idea is to make a sand table where she can put her dunes rocks, sand, driftwood and all of the things that give off poetry vibes.
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