You may remember that I loathe piles of junk mail (hate being the operative word from my memory), but I actually look forward to our almost weekly catalog glossies from CB2, West Elm, and the like. Every few weeks, I’ll take the time to pore over the pages, rip out anything that might catch my eye (from unique color combos to DIY ideas and outside-the-box room layouts), and I’ll file them away in a fatty binder for future inspiration.
Of course I choked on my coffee, double checked the astronomical $150 price tag (for a non working “antique”), and read the admittedly catchy (albeit somewhat cheeky) catalog description aloud to Scott. Reminiscent of my mother’s camera, no?
(Which, by the way, I have not yet painted, and for now, sits pretty atop a shelf in the living room. And yes, I’m still considering the hot pink route. Sorry.)
But there’s more. They’re no longer available. Not only did they once have a heaping stack of found cameras on their stockroom shelves, but they actually sold out. Oh, boy. So, dear reader, here’s a tip for you. This Sunday, go to your neighborhood flea market with only a twenty dollar bill, and buy one (or two) of the many, many vintage cameras from your local dealer. Pottery Barn, we love you, but…really? Needless to say, this page stayed put and was promptly recycled.
Has anyone else seen an equally silly sale from a big box retailer? And while a handful of my favorite haunts have been guilty of this absurdity (Anthropologie comes to mind), does it stop me from shopping there? Admittedly, nosireebob. But to my credit, I’ll skip their vintage chairs and go straight to the sale blouses.