I know what you're thinking. The Dollar Store is for 3 year olds. Or old women seeking faux flowers and crates of expired, off-brand Oreos. But I'm telling you, there is more there.
So much more.
Case in point; yesterday, I made off with the following:
- 4 adorable, teeny maroon and gold glass hanging lanterns (made in China, of course) complete with 4 candles (lead filled, no doubt... I solemnly swear never to light them)
- 3 unfinished natural wood-framed 8 x 10 mirrors (which I am spray painting burnished bronze and hanging in a staggered series on the blindingly-white blank wall in our living room - poof, DIY interior design!)
- 1 perfect-shade-of-green-for-the-nursery oval tub which now houses Baby Bing's growing library (currently featuring such titles as "Guess How Much I Love You" and "Goodnight, Moon: an apologetic for nihilism - at least according to Chris Gilbert"
- 3 precious glass tea light candle holders in turquoise, clear and cobalt blue, now sitting pretty on my espresso wood armoire-turned tv/dvd/wedding china receptacle)
- oh, and a gallon of spring water, which I carried around and swigged out of the rest of the afternoon. Mama was thirsty.
At least, that's what my husband must think when I lug home yet another flimsy plastic bagful of cheap, foreign-made goodies that help to add that "finishing touch" to various rooms in our home. In my defense, I am of the opinion that the phrase "finishing touch" is somewhat of a misnomer when applied to any other domestic pursuit save for cooking, as the process of decorating a home is essentially a dynamic, not a static process.
I mean, I'm not the same person day to day, month to month... so how can I be expected to keep my guest bathroom from undergoing a gradual, inevitable thematic evolution?
Impossible. But also cost-prohibitive.
Enter: the Dollar Store. Or Dollar Tree. Or heck, even Dollar General (though don't let the name fool you, not everything sells for $1).
Whatever name your local discount knick knack retailer operates under, I adjure you pay a visit. But you must be prepared to enter with an open mind, an open wallet (full of singles), and the understanding that a little high-end spray paint can, indeed, cover a multitude of sins.