I love the way it smells. I love its ridiculously high shelves. I love looking at the paint samples, and perennials, and cordless drills.
I stopped by on Thursday after lunch with my bro. Its a good thing I'm moving or I would have spent way too much money. So many handy things!
The other fun thing about going to the hardware store alone as a girl is that it makes for interesting sociological study. Back in 1999 when I was doing a lot of sculpture, I got a lot of helpful advice on hose clamps from a guy named Vincent that as far as I could tell was not an employee. When I worked at the Smithsonian field station in the backwoods of Maryland I was ignored by cashier until I ran back to my F250 truck to get my wallet. Amusing, this strange world of contracters and plumbers, among whom I am so alien. Anyway, this last week as I was leaving and showing my receipt to the guy so he could check and make sure I wasn't stealing washers or whatever, he asked what my astrological sign was. Hahahaha. Hilarious.
AND I am now the proud owner of 20 collapsable cardboard boxes, plastic sheeting, and a handsome roll of bubblewrap. I built all my boxes and made a giant tower/mountain thing and it really took all the self-control I had to not take a running leap into them. Seriously. I stood in the middle of the room weighing the pros and cons for five minutes. Decided I'd wait for the flip side. Had to pack them quickly before I changed my mind. Right this second Sloane is actually rolling on the bubblewrap though. I'm not going to be laughing when all my wine glasses show up in Mississippi broken, I'm thinking.
I'm so deliciously happy with life right now. I sleep. I sit in the sun. I have all these crisp new boxes and pens in which to organize and pack my life. Mmmm.
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