Friday, March 13, 2009
It should be easier to comment on my posts now, too, so try it out at the new site!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
"It was a tall order, especially for established decorators accustomed to
spending five and sometimes even six figures on a single room. Several pointed
out that even if they found an old set of drapes stashed in a closet, or
scrounged half a can of paint from a client’s neighbor, brackets and hooks and
paintbrushes cost money, and small expenses quickly add up. Of the five
designers who agreed to participate, most wanted special dispensations, like the
right to treat leftover materials lying around their offices as free supplies."
OK, I know paint, furnishings, and accessories add up quickly. But it’s not like they were tackling entire homes; it was one room. And all these apartments seem pretty upscale to begin with, so it couldn’t have been too hard to make them look nice. Guess how many decorators met the budget? One. Last I checked, decorators are supposed to be creative and resourceful. And who are these people spending six figures to decorate one room? What is wrong with this world??
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
On my train ride home, I had my hands folded in my lap. My right hand touched my wedding ring...and felt gaping emptiness between metal prongs. My heart literally skipped a beat as a dozen thoughts crossed my mind in half a second. Where was the diamond, how had I lost it, how would I tell Mister Redhead? This story has a very anticlimatic ending: My ring had turned just enough so that I was feeling the side of the setting, not the top. The diamond was still securely in place. No heart attacks were had.
But funnily enough, no financial questions entered my mind in that split second. None. Even though my wedding ring is probably my most expensive possession, the sentimental and symbolic meaning far outweighs the pricetag. It's for those reasons I would have been devastated had I lost it, not the money lost.
In fact, I have no idea how much my ring is worth. I know how much stupid things like the ironing board cost, but I can't come up with even a ballpark range for my ring. This is partly because Mister Redhead surprised me with engagement ring (so I had no part in the shopping experience). Sometime between then and now, he showed me the paperwork for it, which said the price. That number glossed right over my brain. It's nowhere to be found in there now. Is it possible I block out the monetary value of sentimental objects? I mean, I was never one of those girls who thought a guy should spend three months salary on a ring (or whatever the rule is), but I usually remember the rough value of things. It's kind of an odd phenomenon to me. I suppose it's better I'm not aware if how much this bauble on my ring finger is worth; it would freak me out.
But what about you guys? Do you know how much your ring is worth? Do you want to know? Or do you block out the value like I do?
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Have $1.50? You could buy a bottle of pop, do half a load of laundry...or get a yearlong subscription to Glamour. In honor of the mag's 70th birthday (pretty amazing, isn't it?), you can get 12 issues for $1.50 (the cost in 1939). That's 12.5 cents an issue. I am doing this. The offer expires March 15, so head over to Glamour now to cash in.