Lucky Me
I would not call myself a trend-setter or a leader, but I most assuredly am not a follower. That is why I choose to take my lump of Friday the 13th bad luck yesterday.
While running errands before knitting, I decided to stop by the local consignment shop on the lark that a grey Ralph Lauren cashmere v-neck sweater would have survived one week on the wilds of Frumpland. Not only did I walk out empty-handed, I walked out nearly a full hour late for knitting. Choosing to look on the bright side, I congratulated myself on saving the money that I would have spent on that sweater, blissfully unaware that I was moments away from needing to fork over ten times the consignment value of that cashmere sweater.
Being a relatively novice car owner (for a 40 year old), I tend to either be dreamily unaware of noises and lurches, or I am frightfully hypersensitive to them. Later occurring most often at night as I drive the lonely, unlit country road without a mobile phone. I am an AAA member, but what good is a toll free number for roadside assistance when there are no roadside public phones?
The net of story: I had a flat tire. I spent well over 90 minutes in the parking lot of the consignment shop, waiting for roadside assistance. My attempts to phone home for someone to come and sit with me and/or drive me home should the car need to be towed were met with a never-ending busy tone.
The dark side: a new tire will cost me ten times the cost of the cashmere sweater that I should have bought when I saw it last week.
The bright side: I spent the bulk of that 90-minute wait reading and knitting. I also got a ride to work this morning, which translated into 25 minutes of knitting time.
The moral: Never pass up a bargain, particularly on cashmere. You will pay for it (in spades) later.
While running errands before knitting, I decided to stop by the local consignment shop on the lark that a grey Ralph Lauren cashmere v-neck sweater would have survived one week on the wilds of Frumpland. Not only did I walk out empty-handed, I walked out nearly a full hour late for knitting. Choosing to look on the bright side, I congratulated myself on saving the money that I would have spent on that sweater, blissfully unaware that I was moments away from needing to fork over ten times the consignment value of that cashmere sweater.
Being a relatively novice car owner (for a 40 year old), I tend to either be dreamily unaware of noises and lurches, or I am frightfully hypersensitive to them. Later occurring most often at night as I drive the lonely, unlit country road without a mobile phone. I am an AAA member, but what good is a toll free number for roadside assistance when there are no roadside public phones?
The net of story: I had a flat tire. I spent well over 90 minutes in the parking lot of the consignment shop, waiting for roadside assistance. My attempts to phone home for someone to come and sit with me and/or drive me home should the car need to be towed were met with a never-ending busy tone.
The dark side: a new tire will cost me ten times the cost of the cashmere sweater that I should have bought when I saw it last week.
The bright side: I spent the bulk of that 90-minute wait reading and knitting. I also got a ride to work this morning, which translated into 25 minutes of knitting time.
The moral: Never pass up a bargain, particularly on cashmere. You will pay for it (in spades) later.
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