There is a framed postcard in our bathroom that greets me each morning on the shelf where I keep my make up brushes. It portrays a 1950ish beautiful blonde woman ala Lana Turner in full make up and the caption on the bottom is “Frugal is such an ugly word.” There is also a framed postcard on another shelf in our bathroom that portrays a 1950ish beautiful red headed housewife type and the caption on the bottom is “My Garden Kicks Ass”.
These two postcards totally explain my relationship with frugality. On one hand thinking frugal is a pain, on the other hand it can be greatly rewarding and a heck of a lot of fun. The fact that I chose to place these two in our bathroom is beyond me. I guess I think of the bathroom as a place of reflection! And I am definitely a split personality.
There is the me who wants to be able to live in the Pottery Barn Catalogue. And there is the other me who looks at the pictures in the Pottery Barn Catalogue and can figure out how to get the same look and feel at a fraction of the price! That spurs me on to other frugal adventures. It would be wonderful to be able to hire people to decorate your home, or landscape your property, or if dogs and cats and mud and dust and fly’s didn’t exist! And yet it is rewarding to be able to plant with abandon and make things grow and have a beautiful multi colored frog visit you in the bathroom while you are brushing your teeth. And to not have to pay $300 for a slip cover that your dog is going to destroy in a matter of months.
I long for an all white living room, I always have. If I ever lived by myself I would have one, it would also have a view of city lights and ever changing floral themes in the room. But I live on a working farm with the people I love, so I won’t attempt an all white living room any time soon and if I ever get there I think it would be initially satisfying, but really lonely. You are never going to get alot of people that want to live in an all white house. And hey, I can always go to my all white living room in my head and the people I love know not to bother me when I’m there!
Visiting second hand and consignment stores rather than “antique” shops. Making new friends, finding friends who have saved what they tore out of their homes and are willing to give you that wood that is just laying around, or the clawfoot tub that didn’t fit in the new bathroom. Or trading a tent for a mattress! Buying that fabulous three door refrigerator that is marked down by 50% because there is a scratch on the side that no one will see. These are the things that make frugal fun. Trading plants and recipes with a neighbor. Buying a side of organic beef that two families can share! Now that is fun! That is participating in your life, being conscious of what you are doing!
There are a lot of people who think they are entitled, either because of education or their “place” in society, what ever they think that is. But none of us should think that it’s not work, getting up everyday, hitting the ground running. Here and there you slam your head against a wall or fall down and brush yourself off and hit the ground running the next day! The only rule should be it is never at the expense of another.
I am not sure what this whole ramble means, except that I am leading up to taking a sledge hammer to my 7 foot living room ceiling. Honey get the tarps out and catch on to the vision!