And it nearly did me in, the lamp buying. I'm in Pennsylvania this week, visiting my folks, and registering the siren call of the economically-depressed, no-sales-tax Pennsylvania shopping trip. Dear reader, stuff here is cheap. I knew I wouldn't be able to totally hold back on all purchasing (as I've mentioned before, going to Jo-Ann's and Michael's is a major bonding opportunity for my mom and me), so I set aside a small amount of money to purchase with.
All was going well. I got materials to make two pillows (and actually began making one, details on that soon). The weather was cooperating with me, by snowing constantly and keeping us all pretty much indoors. So I got a bit cocky, and agreed to accompany my mother to Wal-mart. I needed a glass jar (glass, not plastic, thank you) to keep my homemade granola in. This way lies destruction, my friends.
Wal-mart, a place I don't like at all but always seem to find what I need in, was no big deal to get through. But then my mom suggested we scoot over to Ross, a discount clothier that seems to perfectly fit my desires in clothes shopping: they have things, cheap, in my size, in black. It's a quagmire. Still, I did ok, finding 3 pieces that were still within my budget and not a waste of money. And then I went to the lamps.
Well, I need another lamp. I have a visitor coming next weekend and I think she might like to see what she's doing in the guest room (there's no working overhead light). And it was inexpensive, $20 for both the lamp itself and the shade. And it's pretty, three large crystalish globes on top of each other forming the base. And... um, I paid for it in cash?
Let's not even discuss how I still have to pay to have it shipped back to Brooklyn...