I have an embarrassing fact to admit. Let me begin. Yesterday was back to Northampton for class (Kenzie), for family time (me)(and Kenzie), and food. Highlight of the trip!: Kenzie found us a natural de-odorizer (I refused febreeze) and after baking soda, vinegar, baking soda, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, -ing the couch, this single (ok 2x) application of de-odorizer has miraculously gotten rid of the smoke-vinegar smell! Amazing! The only problem now is that after washing the thick foam cushions in the shower (against Kenzie's advice) stomping and scrubbing, and trying to dry them in the bathroom for the past 4 days with two fans directly on them, causing a swirl of smoke to circulate, and us avoiding showering so as not to enter the Smoking Room, the cushions are still our issue.
Two days ago I tried to disguise one cushion smooshed and wrapped in a sheet, heavy, dripping, to take to our landlord's dryer, only the cushion was slightly too big for the dryer and kept pushing the door open, and at midnight last night sneaking the cushion anyway into the dryer with orange duct tape keeping the door shut, I came back an hour later to discover foam shreds jumping around in the dryer, and the largest foam piece still wet. The half mangled cushions are now on the drying rack. Kenzie thinks we should get new foam and cut out cushion-shapes. I should probably listen. She is usually right. In my stubborn demeanor, I am determined to stuff this foam back into their zip-covering, but the slight sogginess is my stopping point. Any suggestions welcomed.
But back to the trip...and my embarrassing fact...besides the de-odorizer being a highlight, having lunch with my mom at Haymarket was delightful, thanks for the mushroom-starter kit and the grow lights mom!, perusing all my favorite food selections in the afternoon was heartening, and dinner with Dad (and Kenzie and Bridget, Luke, and Lela--our family is never singular!) made it a very well-rounded, sweet, (never-mind efficient) trip.
I can't however, forget about the dollar store(s). I have never been one to like cheap crap. I don't like getting stuff I don't feel like I really need (except for dresses and overpriced food treats and well ahem let's revise that to say, I don't like getting cheap crap). When the dollar store replaced the video store in Easthampton, my reaction a shy two years ago was "ughh." But, well, my embarrassing fact is this: Currently, I love the dollar store. I freakin love the dollar store. It has everything you need and everything you didn't know that you needed but you need.
You don't walk in looking for that one thing you're trying to find, buy it, and leave. You pretend you're looking for this one thing, and then subtly, meander down Aisle 3, and then 4, and then circle back until you've circled the store and walked down every aisle at least twice, clutching in your arms 3 boxes of baking soda (55 cents), swedish fish, trail mix, masking tape that will leave a strip around the edge as it rips, two dog bowls, ziploc bags, clothespins, and a mop. It makes you feel stupid for having bought a 15$ mop before and makes you swear to go to the dollar store for all of your basic necessities that you otherwise want to hold off acquiring because who really wants to buy a mop. Unless it's at the dollar store. And when else are you ever going to buy children's candy (Yum corn syrup!) unless you're at the dollar store (unless you're Kenzie :) or really probably most adults that don't pretend they're too health conscious and instead eat vitamin-fortified 8$ gummies made from brown rice syrup and beetroot food dye at Whole Foods).
Embarrassing fact #2: I went to not one, but two different dollar stores yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that. Err dollar store addict in the making.
Two days ago I tried to disguise one cushion smooshed and wrapped in a sheet, heavy, dripping, to take to our landlord's dryer, only the cushion was slightly too big for the dryer and kept pushing the door open, and at midnight last night sneaking the cushion anyway into the dryer with orange duct tape keeping the door shut, I came back an hour later to discover foam shreds jumping around in the dryer, and the largest foam piece still wet. The half mangled cushions are now on the drying rack. Kenzie thinks we should get new foam and cut out cushion-shapes. I should probably listen. She is usually right. In my stubborn demeanor, I am determined to stuff this foam back into their zip-covering, but the slight sogginess is my stopping point. Any suggestions welcomed.
But back to the trip...and my embarrassing fact...besides the de-odorizer being a highlight, having lunch with my mom at Haymarket was delightful, thanks for the mushroom-starter kit and the grow lights mom!, perusing all my favorite food selections in the afternoon was heartening, and dinner with Dad (and Kenzie and Bridget, Luke, and Lela--our family is never singular!) made it a very well-rounded, sweet, (never-mind efficient) trip.
I can't however, forget about the dollar store(s). I have never been one to like cheap crap. I don't like getting stuff I don't feel like I really need (except for dresses and overpriced food treats and well ahem let's revise that to say, I don't like getting cheap crap). When the dollar store replaced the video store in Easthampton, my reaction a shy two years ago was "ughh." But, well, my embarrassing fact is this: Currently, I love the dollar store. I freakin love the dollar store. It has everything you need and everything you didn't know that you needed but you need.
You don't walk in looking for that one thing you're trying to find, buy it, and leave. You pretend you're looking for this one thing, and then subtly, meander down Aisle 3, and then 4, and then circle back until you've circled the store and walked down every aisle at least twice, clutching in your arms 3 boxes of baking soda (55 cents), swedish fish, trail mix, masking tape that will leave a strip around the edge as it rips, two dog bowls, ziploc bags, clothespins, and a mop. It makes you feel stupid for having bought a 15$ mop before and makes you swear to go to the dollar store for all of your basic necessities that you otherwise want to hold off acquiring because who really wants to buy a mop. Unless it's at the dollar store. And when else are you ever going to buy children's candy (Yum corn syrup!) unless you're at the dollar store (unless you're Kenzie :) or really probably most adults that don't pretend they're too health conscious and instead eat vitamin-fortified 8$ gummies made from brown rice syrup and beetroot food dye at Whole Foods).
Embarrassing fact #2: I went to not one, but two different dollar stores yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that. Err dollar store addict in the making.
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