Retail therapy

This weekend, I blew off painting (finally did some late last night--still yards and yards of trim to be touched up. And it turns out painting trim isn't the rousing good time I expected) for some serious shopping.

A quick recap:

At the furniture store I bought two small bookcases that match my discontinued bedroom furniture at a wicked discount. Also purchased another short-person chair (the people at my office are complaining they won't be able to come and visit my hobbit-house) that's chrome-and-black leather. Definite splurge, sanctioned (nay, encouraged) by my mother. I don't want my house to be too chromy-cold, so I'm cutting myself off at two chrome chairs.

At the Macy's, bought a small microwave, originally $70, for $25. Awesome! Also, some nice sheets at a good price.

At Target, bought garbage cans. They really have a scam going, because they exile all the functional, cheap, ugly garbage cans to the darkest corner of the store. You really have to hunt for them, and meanwhile you pass all the lovely chrome or wood or porcelain garbage cans with matching toilet brushes, kleenex-box sheaths, etc, priced at $16 and higher.

I almost fell for it. I had a chrome can and toilet brush in my shopping cart. They would have matched the chrome fixtures in the bathroom. But I couldn't bring myself to pay more than $30 for things that basically were going to touch all the stuff I thought too gross to touch myself. How absurd.