All Is Not Yet Doomed

I really wanted to try this turn-buttons-into-earrings craft over the weekend.  Reading the post, it seemed like something that couldn’t end in a trip to the emergency room even I could do.   So, Friday after work, I went to the A.C. Moore Craft store; despite the fact that Friday night shopping trips almost always lead to some sort of fibromyalgia episode for some reason (possibly built-up exhaustion from the work week added to an hour or two browsing on my feet), I was enthusiastic and in good cheer.

All I needed were the button shank remover, the earring posts and nuts, and of course, the buttons.   It seemed like a fairly short, easy list for a craft store.

A. C. Moore doesn’t carry a button shank remover,  then asked a sales person, who then also searched the professional  after I showed her the image of the one in Tanya’s post.  Yet, somehow, I thought, “O.K. Fine, I’ll just check somewhere else on my way home.”   After all, it was just one thing on my list.  No need to despair.

Then I began the hunt for buttons.  I should have kept a hold of that sales clerk.  I looked all over the store for buttons and finally had to ask.  That same sales clerk brought me to the very back of the store where there was a spinning rack of what should have been buttons, but it was empty. The manager said they had placed several orders for buttons but for some mysterious reason they had stopped receiving any a few months ago.  Really, a craft store with no buttons? I thought, “O.K., I’ll get them where I get the button shank remover.”  It wasn’t a complete disaster yet.

So I went over to the beading supply section to get the earring post pads and butterfly nuts.  I can only wear sterling silver and sometimes surgical steel; otherwise I have some sort of allergic reaction — a tip: coat your earring post with clear nail polish to reduce the chance of an allergic reaction from metal.   I looked around; there were lots of pretty shiny things to distract me — blue things, silver things, pink and purple things, orange things, but there were no silver earring posts.  I don’t think there were even gold earring posts. I even looked for clip-on backs for my mom, but no.

I was reminded of a fortune cookie an acquaintance once received: “All is not yet doomed.”

By that time, having worked all day before hand, I was very tired and extremely hungry.  It was getting dark outside and I hate being out after dark.  I knew that there was a Pug at home that would be doing the peepee dance and also wanted his dinner.

I decided it was better to live to shop another day.

I gave up and went home (several towns away) and I did no crafty things this weekend, nor do I feel as if I’d been productive.  In fact, I just feel a year older having turned 39 on Saturday.  Next weekend I am going up to Topsham to run errands and there is a Joann’s Fabric there.  I have a new hope that there will at least be buttons.

le sigh!

Nightmares – Er – Tales of a Spendoholic (Episode 1)

Last night I saw an advertisement for something I could use.  It doesn’t really matter what It is.  Let’s just say that if It functions as advertised, it would make me look nice and probably boost my self esteem as a result — basically, the next best thing to magically making me a Supermodel overnight. :P

Anyway, It was one of those special deals with “order now” and “get this extra thing free” plus “get this other thing half price”.  You know what I’m talking about, right?  You’ve wanted one of those before.  You may even have ordered a few.  The whole thing was very seductive.  If you called right then, you could get the whole special deal.  (How do the sales people know when those advertisements are running really?)

Now, I’ve been reading The Budget Kit and a number of budgeting and personal-finance-related blogs lately, there’s a big focus on differentiating needs from wants, and a bigger focus on restricting the purchasing of wants or prioritizing them, especially when you are in financial trouble. So…I took some agonizing time to consider whether It was a need or a want. Clearly, It isn’t required to sustain my life — It isn’t food, water, medicine, air, shelter, wood for heat…Therefore, It is not a need.

Thus, It is a want.

Having divined this truth, since I am attempting to spend as little unnecessary money as possible, to straighten out my finances, to get back on track, I did not make the purchase. I agonizingly did the right thing. Non-spendoholics must not even have to think about such choices. They just know and do the right thing and there’s no residual disappointment.

Unfortunately for me, my new little frugal angel and my old spendoholic devil manifested themselves last night as I slept. I spent the night dreaming that I was arguing all night with my mother about whether or not she would allow me to buy It; she kept insisting that no one needs an It, but I argued that she used to encourage me to get one when I was a teenager and I had a perfectly good one in my 20′s that wore out. This It is better.

The whole thing has left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I hope it will get easier.