Saturday Steals Big Star Shirt

Hello, and welcome to another rousing round of Saturday Steals!

To participate, simply:

1) Steal a steal.

2) Write a post about it on your blog, mentioning that you’re participating in Saturday Steals (you can steal the above image if you so desire), and

3. Add the link to said post to the list at the bottom of THIS post.

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This week my steal is a husband steal. Not my husband (though he was a catch, that’s for dang sure), but a shirt for him.

I was at my favourite local-and-must-not-be-named hot spot for steals last weekend, browsing with my parents because they love buying cheap Canadian stuff when they come on account of their American money stretching a tiny bit farther up here. And we all know international steals really are the best sort.

I was just looking, not planning to buy anything because hello I’m in the pit of poverty right now, but then I saw a mountain of clothes, and I couldn’t resist pawing through them like every other dealseeker that day.

I tell you what, nothing sets my heart aflame like the thrill of a hunt for something cute to wear under a mound of already marked-down crap.

So I started to dig, low-end clothing flying every direction like I was in a cartoon all of my own.

My hunt was not in vain.

I found this shirt, a Big Star button-up shirt that’s double lined with fancy wooden buttons and nice thick craftsmanship.

Now, Big Star is a fancy brand. I don’t know how much their shirts cost, but I have bought two pair of Big Star jeans in my lifetime (actually I bought one and my sister bought me one for my birthday—wealthy, thoughtful people are so nice to have as relatives, don’t you think?) and they were well over $100 each (don’t judge me, I’m a special-needs jeans buyer).

So I know that this shirt is worth a fair bit, at LEAST $30 if not $40 or $50.

But for me? Because I am such a keen deal-finder (and also because the fates were smiling on me that day)?

$5.00.

BUT THEN $3.00.

BUT THEN $2.25.

Marked down three times, this shirt—this shirt that is totally my husband’s style and he totally rocked when he tried it on after I bought it for him—cost a mere two dollars and twenty five cents. It was perfect, because he is hard on clothes and tends to go through them quickly, so he is always in need of some new digs.

Anyway, it was amazing. But I’m an idiot and didn’t snap a picture of Poor Kyle wearing it, so all you get for your model is me (bummer, I know):

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And now it’s your turn! Add your steal to the link list below. It will be open from now until Sunday at 11:59 p.m.


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The Donut Plant, New York New York

Today I ate a doughnut (from the Doughnut Plant) the size of my head.

And it was square.

And it was filled, no, not with creme, not with jelly, but with JUICE. It was a juicy donut, and that sounds disgusting, but trust me when I say the experience was unlike any other donut experience I’ve ever…experienced.

It was spiritual.

Man, I love this town.

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BlogHer Business

By now most of you have figured out that I am going to BlogHer in New York City.

BlogHer is a blogging conference.

The fact that I am going to a blogging conference causes me no small amount of dork-inspired shame. I mean, who wants a career that sounds like the noise a fart makes?

What do you do?

I blog.

Oh, excuse you.

And yet, there it is. I want to learn how to make this blog a business. I want to meet people who will read it. If I could make money doing something I’m already doing anyway…that would be amazing.

There are bloggers out there whose website generates the only income for their family—and they’re living pretty well. As it is, I’d be happy if I could get my blog to bring in a couple hundred bucks a month.

So off to the conference I go, laptop in tow like a fool.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy to go. I’ve been wanting to go since I first heard about it three years ago. I’ve been talking about doing this for months.

I just hope it works.

See, back when I first ordered my ticket for BlogHer, I was expecting to be a lot richer by the time the trip actually rolled around. Well, August is here (damn you, August), and my wealth is nothing if not untold.

As in nonexistent.

Back in February when I bought my ticket, I was planning to have a fancy redesigned blog, 200% more page views per day, and amazing business cards to pass out at the conference.

Now, in August, the little “A” box at the top of the searchbar is still pink leftover from two redesigns ago, I have FEWER page views per day than I did six months ago, and my business cards?

Self-printed at home on a pack of 200 Avery business cards from Staples:

I was just lucky I could splurge for the kind without perforations.

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Just a thought(s)…

How many thoughts do you suppose the average human has in a day?

A thousand?

A million?

Lately it feels like I have ten times that number, whatever number we settled on. Like my mind is running ten times faster than the average person’s should on any given day. Not that I’m smarter, no…just more frazzled.

From the moment I wake up every morning, I’m struggling to keep pace with the relentless flow of ideas, memories, to-dos, reminders.

I’m drowning in my thoughts.

“Did Poor Kyle get there safely?”

“I need a job.”

“I must remember to pack my phone’s spare battery for my trip–I don’t want to be stranded without Tetris on my flight.”

“What on earth am I going to write my paper about?”

“Dang, I think I forgot to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer three nights ago. That’ll stink.”

“I wonder if my parents would rather have eggs or pancakes for breakfast.”

“Trash day tomorrow.”

“Frodo was awesome.”

“I need to renew my library card.”

“I will be so lame at BlogHer.”

“I wish I had written Harry Potter.”

“I wish I could write something half as good as Harry Potter.

“Why do I suck at relationships?”

“This tomato sandwich is delicious.”

“Ted Bundy was a class-A jackass.”

“I should write a self-help book.”

“I should start a toenail clipping business…oh wait, that already exists…they’re called pedicurists.”

“I hate when my favourite scent gets discontinued at Bath and Body Works (so long, Brown Sugar & Fig).”

“If I leave class at 2 p.m. and drive north at 110 km/hr, and Poor Kyle leaves Calgary at 4 p.m. driving northwest at 80 km/hr, and the clouds turn into rain at 4:15 p.m., and he gets a flat tire at 4: 17 p.m., and I lose cell phone service at 4: 20 p.m., at what time will our lives ever be normal again?”

You know…those kind of thoughts.

Sometimes I have brilliant ideas but they slip away before I get a chance to write them down.

Other times my thoughts are mundane.

Either way, one thing is constant: they’re overwhelming. I can’t keep up with them all. I don’t know where they come from, and I’ve no idea where they go. If my thoughts were children, they’d be taken away by the state for negligence.

My thoughts aren’t getting me anywhere.

Do you ever feel like that?

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In just over 24 hours, I’ll be starting a trip I’m not ready for. With money I don’t have. It doesn’t help that I’ve been researching serial killers for my class this week, so of course I’m convinced I will be raped and killed during some part of my trip, whether in the bathroom on the flight or in a deserted subway car or who knows maybe right there in broad daylight.

Hopefully after this trip is over and I return alive with my virginity intact, my brain will finally relax and my thoughts will return to normal.

(Well, as normal as they ever are.)

(Which, let’s face it…)

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Saturday Steals—cheap like manna from the heavens.

Hello, and welcome to another rousing round of Saturday Steals!

To participate, simply:

1) Steal a steal.

2) Write a post about it on your blog, mentioning that you’re participating in Saturday Steals (you can steal the above image if you so desire), and

3. Add the link to said post to the list at the bottom of THIS post.

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My steal this week came to me in the nick (nic? nik?) of time.

As you know, I’ve been working (slowly but also surely) away in my office trying to spruce the place up a bit.

I am also trying to do this on a very limited (i.e. practically nonexistent) budget. I used paint and primer leftover from two projects ago for the walls. I’m using curtain rods from the as-is section of the already-cheap Ikea. I’m using a desk that I bought from a salvage yard. I’m selling anything not absolutely NECESSARY for the functionality of my office in order to fund whatever purchases I do need to make (see ya later old desk, old keyboard, old office chair, old soul).

It occurred to me, however, that I probably ought to spring for a quart of paint in order to update some of my already-owned items. My filing cabinet, for example: it was a hand-me-down from Poor Kyle’s parents, which was great. I’d already spray painted it black (from the original mushroomy-colour it was when we got it) and it looked good. But with this new office, I wanted to go with a little lighter, more cheerful look.

I wanted that filing cabinet to be the colour of blue cotton candy.

So on a whim after class the other day, I swung into a local hardware store to look at paint chips. Aghast at the price tag for one tiny vessel of latex paint ($17.99—three dollars more than I paid for the central piece of furniture in my office), I resolved not to purchase any paint…just to browse colours.

I picked up a chip I thought might work. It was light blue, almost robin’s egg blue. It looked perfect.

My task complete, I meandered my way down the spray paint aisle just for kicks. Nothing cheap there, either. At length I began my trek back to the front of the store, not finding any smokin’ steals for me.

Then, in a flash, it hit me: MISTINTS!

The mistinted paint aisle is the island of misfit toys of a hardware store. The screw-ups, the freaks, the unmatchables. The mistints. No poverty-stricken aspiring designer should ever leave a hardware store without checking the misfit aisle first.

I whipped around, determined, and headed straight back to the paint section. There, on a lowly cart in the middle of an aisle (it really did look island-ish), was a stack of paint cans that nobody else wanted.

And look what I found!

One (1) quart of paint in a lovely shade of grey (for which I have no use in mind, but I know I’ll need it for something soon), and one (1) quart of paint in COTTON CANDY BLUE!

Below is an image of the paint chip I originally chose next to the paint colour I got from mistint island:


It doesn’t even look close in this picture, but I promise they’re really similar.

It may have a tiny tint of green more than I was hoping, but guess what?

AT $3.00 each (the cans even said five dollars and they rang up at three!), WHO THE HECK CARES?

I got two quarts of perfect-for-my-office paint for six dollars TOTAL, when the regular price of one can would’ve been EIGHTEEN! That’s a $30 savings.

And that is a steal.

(Images of the finished product to come soon.)

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And you? (This link list will be open from now till Sunday at 11:59 p.m.)



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Self-promotion with a little bit of shame but not enough to give me pause

Hi.

I’m teaching piano lessons starting this fall.

Spread the word.

“What?” you ask, “You’re teaching piano lessons? Like, to children? But…I thought you hated children!”

Correction: I DO NOT HATE CHILDREN. Children are joyful little bundles of lovebugs. In fact, I just wrote a post about how much I like one kid in particular. Remember? I’ve written three children’s stories in the last week. Children are great. Children are the best.

Children whose parents pay me to teach them how to play piano are even better.

“But I thought you didn’t play the piano very well. I thought you mess up every week at church when you play the organ!”

Judgy, judgy… You’re a hard sell!

See, when I mess up on the organ, the key is that I DON’T QUIT. I don’t throw my hands up in the air right in the middle of our Sabbath worship and storm out in frustration. Nosiree, I am not a quitter (anymore). Isn’t that a quality you want your children to learn? I will teach them how not to freak out if they screw up. (Plus, I’m not THAT bad…I mean, I started learning when I was six. Sure, I’m no prodigy, but I can hold my own.)

I will teach your child(ren) to have fun.

Don’t believe me?

Well, you’re wrong—I AM SO MUCH FUN.

Also, I am awesome. Still don’t believe me? You can ask the neighbor boy down the street. Just the other day I was in my driveway spray painting a chair and the little dude rode up on his bike and hung out with me for like 30 minutes.

Which is PERFECT, because 30 minutes is EXACTLY how long my lessons are! See? Awesome in 30-minute increments, that’s me.

I have a treat jar. I have goodie bags. I have complimentary notebooks. I have practice charts with stickers and a shiny black piano that you can see your face in. And a bench that adjusts up and down with the flick of a wrist.

I am an excellent piano teacher.

I’ve taught before. I used to teach a lot. I haven’t taught since I moved to Mayberry (except for two students) because there is a lot of competition in this town and I didn’t want to step on any toes and also I was enjoying doing nothing with my life.

But this town is growing, and I figure there’s enough business to go around. Plus nothing is getting boring. (And nothing don’t pay no bills.) <—the only way that sentence could’ve sounded worse is if I’d thrown in an “ain’t” for good measure.

So the time has come.

I am teaching piano lessons.

And I need to drum up some business. Spread the word?

And then forgive me for using this blog to toot my own horn?

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Snippet

Here is a sneak peek of my office during its pre-almost-final stages. I know showing you this photo kind of wrecks the surprise, but I decided not to go with a huge grand reveal after a lot of hush-hushiness because that might get your expectations too high.

And I can’t bear the pressure of high expectations.

And here is a pile of stash I still gotta work into the design.

Work into the design I say, like I’m some kind of professional or something. Like I had created an idea board ahead of time or something. Like I hadn’t scrounged my stash of wedding presents and yard-sale castoffs for something—anything—halfway decent to hang on the walls.

Like I had any clue what I was doing.

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