My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I’m so totally unashamed to say that I LOVE the dollar store.I mean, where else can I shop with $20.00 and come out with 20 items?
(I feel like Donald Trump on a shopping spree)
Not only do I shop at the dollar store for myself, but because of my job, I sometimes need to put together small visual displays - and the dollar is so cool for that kind of stuff. I’m able to take inexpensive items and make a display that looks like I spent a fortune.
(I enjoy taking a pigs ear…and turning it into a silk “anything“)
For my own personal use, I use the dollar store for things that I call, “doodad’s.”
*Trash bags, paper towels, hair and body wash, deodorant, shower curtain liners, cleaning products, and coloring books. And believe it or not, I’ve also gotten some nice wine glasses, soup bowls, and reading glasses.
Holidays are the best, because I can get all of my decorations for like, ten bucks and my apartment ends up looking like a festive whorehouse.
The only thing I don’t purchase at the dollar store are food items. I don’t know why…but something inside of me says, “No way.”
(dollar store canned chicken?…ummm…sounds a little like salmonella)
One annoying thing that I’ve noticed though, are how their batteries have about 2 minutes of life left in them. I swear, I can put 4 AA’s into my portable CD player and within a few days…they’re deader than a door nail.
(but, hey…they were only a DOLLAR!)
Last year, I had a funny thing happen to me when it was pouring rain and needed an umbrella desperately. I ran into the dollar store and asked the young lady behind the counter if they stocked any. She told me they did, so I asked her for a black one. And then like a mental patient, I asked her how much they cost?!
She looked at me like I was a freak of nature and then roller her eyes and said, “Sir, a dollar!”
Duh!?!
Once I got outside, I opened it up and proceeded to walk back to my apartment. And as I got no more than halfway down the block, I big gust of wind hit me from the side and hideously ripped apart the entire umbrella. I stood there, looking like I had just gotten struck by a bolt of lightening. At which point, I flung the one dollar PIECE OF SHIT into the nearest trash can and ran home, getting totally drenched.
(but, hey…it was only a friggin' DOLLAR...right?!?)
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