I went to Wal-Mart today with my sister. I had a list of things I needed – things I really needed like laundry detergent.
It’s Mother’s Day (so therefore, I deserve a gift, right?)
I saw this pillow. I was drawn to this pillow – the color and the textures. Without thinking, I put this pillow in my cart.
And then froze. And spent a considerable amount of time thinking about this pillow and it’s place in my life. More time than I am comfortable with. Here’s a few of those thoughts:
- I want it
- it would look great in my new colorful living room
- I have throw pillow covers from Ikea that I loved when I bought them unpacked in a box waiting for the right spot to be used
- it will probably end up on the floor with dog hair on it
- it’s really pretty
- it’s made in China and I don’t know the conditions it was manufactured in
- it’s probably made of re-purposed fabrics
- since it’s made in China, it’s probably a ripped-off copy of something hand-crafted that is too expensive for me to afford
- it’s affordable (less than $16)
- it’s probably a ripped-off copy of someone’s original idea
- I could use that $16 to make an additional payment on a debt
- still really like the pillow and want it
- it’s not crafted all that well
- sigh, deep sigh
I took the pillow out of my cart. I also took out the $15 worth of craft paper that I just know I could make something really great out of. My studio is still pretty much packed up and I don’t have a purpose for it right now. It would go into the “potential use” pile and I have plenty of that kind of stuff already.
To be honest, my sister then took me to Michael’s and I bought two items that will provide me with hours of crafting/art enjoyment using supplies that I already have (one on clearance that I’ve been watching for a while and the other using a 40% off coupon). Less expensive than the pillow and paper.
Not a total win, but in the end I’ll have something homemade to decorate my home with rather than a mass-produced pillow that I really don’t need. I’ll have had the fun of making something and that makes me happy.
Happier than picking up a throw pillow off of the floor and wondering why I even bought it 6 months from now.
Shopping used to be thoughtless and “fun” – until the bills came due. Now it’s rather like hard work.
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...