April 22nd, 2009


We had definitely reached critical non-mass in glasses. They break. It is their nature, unless you decide to deal in plastic glasses. (Plastic glasses have their own problems, like scratching or getting stolen…) And so, eventually, more glasses have to come to take the place of their fallen comrades.

Off we went last night to the Crate and Barrel outlet. We now have 24 new glasses, 12 tall ones, 12 short ones. Once they have their baptism in the dishwasher, they’ll be deployed into the cabinet.

We bought what we needed. Surrounded by all kinds of cool things, I focused only on glasses. I refused to be distracted by napkins. Well, I was distracted; they were really cool cloth cocktail sized napkins, which would remove one more paper product from the household, but I didn’t buy them. I didn’t buy new dinner-sized cloth napkins either, even though many of ours are getting worn. Ours still work, and at a certain point my brain rebels at the idea of getting something pretty to wipe goo off my face and fingers. I also resisted wandering the store, lest other cute but non-essential items somehow creep into my basket. (Little tiny pitchers for individual sauces or syrups! Shapely pasta bowls with a sprig of sage printed on the rim!)

On the way to dinner, I practiced my favorite form of saving money: not going into stores. If I don’t see it, I don’t want it and I don’t buy it. It’s pretty much foolproof.

After dinner, I practiced my least favorite form of saving money: going into a store to get something specific and not finding it. The bookstore did not have the kind of journal I prefer. Yes, I could settle for something else. I could even go paperless. But I won’t. This is one time when spending the money is the right call.

Then Brent and I went to see Duplicity. It’s not a good movie. Too long. I even got bored watching the pretty people make out, which tells you something. However, the underlying premise of the film is that these two people want to make $40 million and then retire to a life of luxury. That’s the amount they decided they needed to get by. An odd contrast, don’t you think?