So, I know the "rule" for decorating a home on a budget is to to it one room at a time, but on a budget like mine I've been doing it one wall at a time. Literally. So, I took care of the back wall by hanging up clearance tablecloths and calling them curtains so I've moved on to the facing wall, aka-my plate wall.
|etsy and the clearance section at Target have been my best friends with this one.|
When I get more plates, I'll move them closer together so it makes more sense, but for now it's a little sparse. Also? I made the plate hangers myself. Thank you, Pinterest (and Martha Stewart). Penny pincher? That's me!
|Yep, there's an armadillo on my wall. And an|
alpaca. You were expecting "normal" from me?
This weekend I discovered an awesome website that was offering 50% off all their clearance stuff and found a few more gems for the plate wall.
|Originally $10 each. I got them for $2.50 each.|
|Originally $32 for the set. My price? $10 for the set|
|Original price: $38. My price: $9. (It was a splurge.)|
Pretty soon all of my guests will be forced to hang out in my dining room; the only room worthy of company. Not that I get many guests.
An interesting thing happened this weekend that I must share. I really really wish someone was with me as a witness.
I went to pick up a prescription at Walgreen's and, as usual, the guy behind the counter asked for my last name and birth date. I told him both and then spelled my last name for him. H-I-N-K-L-E. When he couldn't find my information in the computer, he asked me to spell my name again, so I did, and really enunciated it this time. AYCCCHH-III-ENNN-KAAY-ELL-EEEE. Again, he couldn't find it. I've filled prescriptions there before, so I knew I was in their system. As a last ditch effort, dude went to the shelf and looked under H and *ta-da* there was my prescription. He showed it to me and told me my last name was spelled wrong. HINKLE. I told him it wasn't. It was spelled exactly right; exactly what I'd told him it was. Twice. So I paid and walked away to go look for some band-aids.
As it turns out, the band-aids were right beside the pharmacy, out of eyesight of the pharmacists. Since there are a bajillion different kinds of band-aids these days, it took me a few minutes to take stock of what was there. Brain-deep in an adhesive bandage haze, I hear the pharmacy dude tell the other pharmacy chick that "that girl spelled her last name wrong and I couldn't find her in the computer. She told me H-I-N-K-O-E twice. But it was actually H-I-N-K-L-E."
Why why WHY would I tell him the wrong name on purpose? My to-do list for Saturday: feed the dog, pick up prescription, confuse the hell out of the pharmacy dude. And, if my brain worked faster, I would have walked back around the corner and said something really witty back to him.
Have you ever overheard someone saying something snarky about you? I think this was a first for me.
|You don't know what I'm thinking when you leave me alone all day.|
Are you good at comebacks? I always think of good ones way too late.