Have you ever started what you thought would be a simple project only to have it end up being anything BUT simple?
A couple of weeks ago, I unwittingly (okay maybe sort of wittingly) went thrift store shopping looking for bargains. Just looking – not really intending to buy anything. Thrift store shopping is a recent pastime of mine developed in the wake of COVID-19. My need for retail therapy outweighs my need to hoard money in the event of a worldwide, cataclysmic end-of-the-world apocalypse. I can’t afford to pay retail, so second-hand shops are my current “go-to.” You know … one man’s trash is another (wo)man’s treasure , and all that.
Thrift store shopping is usually a hit or miss endeavor that typically finds me missing more than I hit. However two weeks ago I hit the mother lode – the jackpot of junk, a secondhand miracle, if you will. I went what some might call “a little overboard.”
I found a Melissa and Doug artist play station/easel for my granddaughter, three brass lamps with lamp shades and decorative finials, a nightstand, an oak end table, an armoire and a metal (nickel) headboard and footboard for my King-size bed. I know it sounds like a lot – and for me … it was a LOT of merchandise in a short span of time. In my defense, I only spent $20.00 for all the lamps, the nightstand and the end table. One of my favorite thrift stores offers 50% off EVERYTHING every Monday. A bargain hunter can do a lot of damage at 50% off!
The armoire and metal headboard/foot board were in fantastic condition and reasonably priced at a fraction of what they would be brand-new.
Little did I realize that by bringing new bedroom furniture into my very blasé boudoir I was opening up a veritable Pandora’s Box of trouble and trials. It started innocently enough. My current king-size headboard is what you would call a hand-me-down-do-it-yourself-repurposed piece that I was anxious to replace. The new headboard was installed easily and looked amazing. However, it didn’t take long to realize that the current bed frame wasn’t equipped to attach a footboard – metal or otherwise. That necessitated ordering extension pieces for the frame that cost an additional $20.00. No big deal.
Once the extensions arrived the following day (thank you Amazon Prime), my husband and I wrestled the heavy mattress and the box spring off the frame. (Not an easy – or smart- thing for a couple of 60-year-olds to tackle!) Attaching the extenders and the footboard proved to be somewhat more challenging than the headboard. The hubs wore a path in the carpet back and forth from the bedroom to the garage carting in various tools and assorted wrenches – many with names and purposes that stymied me. I don’t care what you need or what that thingamabob doohickey is called. JUST. FIX. MY. BED.
Of course, it was too much to expect that the footboard would fit perfectly on the first try. Power tools were needed, prayers were raised towards heaven as there was no room for do-overs or mistakes. Long story short – it was a process that required much maneuvering, lifting, sweating, pushing, shoving and perhaps even a few muttered under-the-breath curse words (mostly on my part). Trying to arrange and rearrange the bed skirt numerous times required the most patience and resulted in much head-scratching and many, many do-overs. Men simply don’t understand the important role that a properly placed bed skirt plays in completing the right look and ambiance for a chic bedroom ensemble. How do you explain to a man that has 16 drawers with 47 different types of nails that a bed skirt is a necessity when storage is minimal, and your excess crap-to-closet-space ratio is unnaturally unbalanced.
Eventually though – our new bed was assembled and I was pleased with the results … for all of about two whole minutes. The springs and hinges on Pandora’s box started to squeak when I noticed the glaringly white wall that was now suddenly visible between the slats of the metal headboard. The old headboard was solid wood and covered over a multitude of scrapes and scuff marks. Well – that certainly won’t do! The only solution would be to paint – of course!
We made the jump to light speed in a nano second when painting the bedroom turned into paint AND a brand-new feature wall to showcase the lovely metal headboard. A FEATURE WALL! I blame COVID and HGTV, as I obviously would have never considered something so superficial and unnecessary were it not for COVID quarantine and way too much time to watch Fixer Upper, Home Town, and Good Bones etc. etc. etc.
Internet searches (including the HGTV website) ensued, big box home store visits, tile and flooring showrooms – I did it all in search of the right look at the right price.
Who am I kidding? The right price was quickly buried under the costs for paint, rollers, brushes, drop clothes, barnwood slats, construction adhesive and nails – blah, blah, blah, etc. etc. etc. With a hop, skip and a jump – my $50.00 bargain headboard/footboard became a $500.00 expense that stretched a budget that had no business being stretched in the first place.
Oftentimes – what we think is a bargain or a shortcut ends up being more costly than what we ever planned or expected. My thrift store headboard/footboard is not my first over-priced “bargain” budget buster – and it likely will not be my last – because I’m frequently stupid that way.
At my core, I tend to lean towards short cuts, poor timing and rotten luck with a smattering of pre-disposed laziness. As much as I try to live by the mantra “if it’s free it’s for me,” I tend to typically land squarely in the “day-late, day-short” category of poor unfortunate souls that can’t seem to catch a break when it comes to money.
I’m not a risk taker by nature, which is why my latest COVID-related hobby of thrift store shopping is slightly out of character for me.
I’ve been self-medicating my anxiety with retail therapy. Because, like many people, it’s not been easy to sit back and calmly watch the world go to hell in a hand-basket. Life’s uncertainties because of the pandemic and the continuing decline of American politics has me feeling anxious and antsy. Shopping has become my coping mechanism – my drug of choice.
As much time as I spend in God’s Word, as many hours as I devote to Christian television programs, with non-stop devotions, podcasts and worship music pumping through my headphones …. One would think that I would be dealing with political corruption, government overreach and the looming threat of the plague of the century much more effectively than I have been in the last few weeks.
I KNOW that I previously wrote that I trust God completely. I have to keep reminding myself of that on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis. I’d like to think that at some point in the future, we will all look back on 2020 and see God’s hand moving on our nation. Perhaps at some point we will be able to discern that God was arranging events strategically – like a cosmic Rubik’s cube – lining things up until everything aligned to His exact specifications, because He has had a plan all along.
To my human eyes and my mortal logic – so many things do not make sense right now. Every day as I pray I find myself questioning the Lord … “Do you SEE what is happening, Father? Can’t you see that things are out of control? Don’t you care that our country is moving farther and farther away from YOU and what our forefathers envisioned for our nation? Why aren’t You doing something about all of the chaos and corruption? Are you there God?”
It is when I feel this way, God speaks to me:
Right now it may seem like the world is out of control, but the above scripture seems to accurately describe what is happening in Washington. We must not give up. People who live their lives without Christ are being spoon-fed lies, deception, corruption and much more by the enemy Satan. WE who call Jesus, Lord, must be different. We must continue to be a light in the darkness.
As tempting as it would be to spend myself into the poor-house with Thrift Store retail therapy – or to eat my weight in Oreos which at one time was my usual “go-to” stress reliever, I need to devour God’s Word until the Scriptures become the “go-to” that quiets the crazy and keeps me focused and grounded on the One who is in control.
This Scripture does not tell us to be thankful FOR all circumstances – but to be thankful IN all circumstances. I’m trying Lord, but some days it is not easy!
What about YOU? What is your “go-to” anti-anxiety remedy? Anything other than Jesus will leave you wanting and unsatisfied. Jesus loves YOU and wants to be your all-in-one, your everything IN and THROUGH everything the universe throws at you!
Blessings in Christ!