Seeing as how I just bought an antique spool cabinet… And seeing as how there may (?) be a limit to the number of these things that any one person needs… I said to myself— I don’t need that.
But Self was like – what? No. Erroneous.
NOW WE CAN HAVE A COLLECTION.
It was Friday night. And I’d had a REALLY LONG WEEK. And traffic would be MADNESS… So I went and asked Paul to talk me out of it.
(Thank you for your concern. Obviously I am unwell.)
I said to him – please talk me out of this.
Paul said – that seems like a good price?
I was like – this is the part when you say things like: didn’t we JUST get a spool cabinet?
Paul said – should I look forward to a new era where you only show me things we are not getting? Should I revise my expectations of you in such a way that I will not expect you to get all of the spool cabinets in the entire world?
So then I had to trudge out.
I paid $15. Which is a total bargain if you are willing to overlook the lack of brackets and also my general having-no-actual-use-for-it… aside, (obviously) as Scepter of Magnificence, (with which to knight Paul.)
And also as Pointer of Seriousness, with which to emphasize diagrams and charts illustrating the mathematical impossibility of me telling my husband something 17 TIMES and him STILL NOT REMEMBERING.
The really thick glass rods with large glass/ball ends are SUPER hard to find!
Mine is missing the brackets for mounting… you can see what they should look like on this pair on eBay (shockingly, that is considered a GOOD price for a pair!)
(Also horrifyingly expensive and covetable is this one with faceted ends and brass hardware.)
These are the towel bars I really wanted to use in our bathroom remodels.
finding a vintage set
in the varying sizes we needed
with all hardware accounted for
in a time frame not measured in years
that did not require me to get a second job working nightshift to fund my exciting towel odyssey.
awesome and like something I could really excel at questionable.
Back when we were doing the bathrooms, I was resistant to reproductions partly because they are expensive! (And have about zero variety. Especially if you want THICK glass.) And I couldn’t wrap my brain around spending so much money for something not old, and decidedly not a GFT.
Plus, I couldn’t even find any with glass ball ends. Except these which were disappointingly puny. And also stupidly expensive.
But I ended up buying hardware at an RH outlet sale… they had all the sizes I needed, for both baths, and were surprisingly well-priced.
At the time, I figured I could always swap them out when I found something vintage… (which is why we didn’t mount through the subway tile) but I have never given it any more thought ever again; so I guess my towel bar principles are not quite as stringent as I’d like to believe.
My last week has put me in a hole of sadness… not only is the circus in town, (necessitating that I spend every free moment doing my best to raise awareness/please read the second part of this post!) I also took the foster kittens to the adoption center.
And every day since have second-guessed myself with the kind of paralyzed uncertainty that comes with knowing there is no good solution.
I am sad that the wild-herd-of-monkey-babies are gone… especially the one who was so sick and was my special favorite.
When I took them to the adoption center, they reached their little paws through the cage and cried at me. Just typing this I feel crushed.
But then I remember that today, and tomorrow, and everyday after that, I will get emails, asking for foster homes for OTHER BABIES who are sick and scared and need a home to get well in.
But then I remember this face: MOM! HELP!!! WHAT’S HAPPENING?
What kind of monster am I?
Then the adoption center called me last night to say that two of them were going home together… which on one hand, wonderful. But I couldn’t feel good about it because my heart hurt for the one they didn’t want… she is a sweetheart and I know she will get adopted too, but she won’t have her sisters.
Paul really enjoyed my lengthy dissertation on:
I’ve done the wrong thing,
what if the kitten’s new mom doesn’t understand she has to be their mom. FOREVER?
I miss Elvis,
but what about poor left-behind-cat,
maybe I should go get her,
I should have kept them ALL,
maybe I should just go get new fosters tomorrow,
maybe I should find out who adopted the first two and try to get them back, and also get their sister back.
I’ve lost control of this narrative and I don’t have the energy to fix it so I’m signing off.
Please enjoy this video of a cat raised in a horse barn.