Pack Rat thinks that love is a dangerous angel
I talk a big game of living the thrifty life, but even I need a reminder every once in a while. The universe gave that handy reminder to me this weekend. Let me elaborate.
Even though we’ve been living in NYC for about six months or so now, the apartment is still not completely together. I mean, we’re getting there. We finally purchased our couch (the first time we’ve bought one new and not from the Salvation Army. It was $800, which was kind of a kick to the solar plexus, but we just fell in love with it’s modern lines and the fact that it could sleep two people without those heavy fold-away sofa beds that we’ve been lugging around for years) and because it was kind of a splurge for us, I’ve been trying oh so hard to be frugal and creative when it comes to accessorizing.
This is where my tale begins. My bathroom has all granite walls and floors, and with all of that stone I want to turn it into a zen sanctuary, with lots of bamboo embellishments. But I also still want it to have a hint of modern to go with the rest of the apartment. I was thinking little touches of stainless steel here and there would make the the room industrial meditative chic. Which is the long route to saying that I was looking for some vanity jars to hold our Q-tips.
As I am hopelessly devoted to Target, I felt sure they would have an affordable answer to my search. I bee-lined to the bath section, and found what I was looking for. A little assortment of jars, in various sizes. Similar to the ones shown below. Consider it a job done, right? Well, I turned those suckers over to check out their price tag and couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a big fat $13.99 on just the smallest jar. $13.99? Target, have you done gone and lost your dang mind? I said “good day sir,” and left the store tout suite.
I couldn’t believe that Target had let me down. But I still had hope. I turned my sights to the equally beloved IKEA and, while an immediate beeline is never really possible in IKEA, I quickly meandered my way to their bed and bath section, only to find similar jars for $5.99. What the heck was going on? I mean, why charge so much for something that is in essence a glorified jelly jar? (Which, BTDubs, I strongly considered using before I decided that A. I probably wouldn’t be able to sterlize it properly for my Q-tips and B. that it might be impossible to make those faux gingham lids look industrial meditation chic)
Both of my go-to retailers had let me down. I knew that there were other bargain stores out there with other jars, but I had a feeling that none would be as stylish. I sadly wandered through the maze of the IKEA market place, that forlorn Charlie Brown music playing in my head: do do dooooo do do.
But then, providence struck. I was in the kitchen area, fiddling with some flatware when I notice them. Glass jars with modern lids for only $1.99! IKEA was trying to sell them to me as “cracker jars” but I know an industrial meditation chic bathroom accessory when I see it, thank you very much. I snapped up two, putting the other to work as a cotton ball container. And so the moral of the story is that you should never give up hope and never settle for something that doesn’t meet all of your goals. If you just keep you eyes and your mind open and think creatively, a frugal solution with almost always present itself.