well team… i thought i was going to be making a drastically different blog post to you this morning.
but we’ll get to that in a minute.
let’s back things up and start with friday.
i took the day off. it was glorious. my friend brooke and i went to the east side and shopped the pottery barn outlet and then somerset collection.
let me tell you what happened.
ok so we get to pottery barn outlet and start shopping. being a friday and getting there right when it opened we were the only ones there. i found outdoor pillows marked down to SIX DOLLARS. naturally i grabbed all five that were left. because 1. they matched my set and 2. they can be used as inserts and 3. they were marked down to $6.
so within the first five minutes i had my first full cart. pottery barn associate says, hey that looks full let me keep it up front for you. i say ok are you sure they’ll be ok up there?
sales associate assures me yep they’ll be fine.
i agree and continue shopping. about an hour and a half later were ready to check out and brook nudges me and says that lady has her mitts all over your cart.
i’m like oooo hell no not on my watch! i walk up there and say um excuse me this is my cart. then i look at the associate and said thought you said they’d be fine. THEN i realize i’m missing one pillow.
i tell her immmm someone took a pillow out of my cart.
she says no way.
i’m like there are four pillows four. there were five. five minus one is four.
she says ooooo i’ve never had that happen before. i walk away to the pillow section where i find that woman WITH MY PILLOW IN HER CART! i look at her and I say hmmm nice pillow did you grab that out of my cart. (YES she did) she goes immmm nope i found it in this bin. LIES. i say i’m sure you did and walked up front.
sometimes when i get in power shopping mode you just never know what might happen. needless to say brooke was stunned. but i had to let that lady know i was watching her. she might have my pillow but the blood is on her hands.
we decided perhaps it was time for a snack and to move on to the next mall.
we got to somerset around 1pm and found a few treasures. why oh why don’t we have a sur la table here?!?! it’s so wonderful? well we had another pottery barn run in at this mall. different in nature but a run in none the less.
brook found a giant wood horse statue at pottery barn for her house. so there we are waiting in line to pay patiently and this awful cloud of funk stench starts wafting around the room.
i look at brook and say, you? she shakes her head and says uuuuuu no you? nope not me. one other woman in line. it was inescapable. it was like dead skunk rolled in rotten eggs and taken the form of a green funk cloud that could not escape because it was the only register open.
she stood there arguing on a price while we sat there and suffered. it was like a hand came out of her butt and covered our faces in an fart funk trap cloud.
this went on a good five minutes. we powered through though and left with the wooden pony.
we made the trek back to grand rapids and met the gentleman for dinner and called it a night.
saturday morning we woke up bright and early to get some work done around the house.
here is the medium length version of how saturday went. starting with the back history.
flashback to christmas day my grandma informs me the house across the street from her (including a big old barn and a new pole barn) and some land are going up for sale. luckily we knew the people who owned the house! we called them and they said they wouldn’t list it and we could start the process!
i was estatic. a dream come true! a couple acres of land, barns, near my parents across the street from my grandma. it couldn’t be better.
once the snow melted we got the survey and the price. over the next few months inspections, builders, architects, blue prints (the house needs a lot of renovations). we agreed to the price but the septic was an issue. we went back and made some negotiations and they agreed to come back to us.
so about 9 months we have been getting the house ready to sell, finding builders, making plans. paying for plans. we didn’t get a car because we were buying a house. we didn’t go away for our five year anniversary because we were buying a house. so so many things.
then like a ton of bricks it all came down.
saturday i was standing in line at PNC waiting to get some change for the vintage sale on sunday. joe called just as i was next in line and said.
they called, they do not want to sell anymore.
i hung up on him and tried not to burst into tears at the friggin bank. the teller seemed to take forever to just get friggin ones.
i ran to my car and headed home.
i said joe you must be joking.
he said they changed their minds. they want more for the land and do not want to sell it yet.
i cried so hard it was like someone seriously died.
and in a way something did.
for 9 months i was thinking we were going to move to this different life. we were going to have land, i was going to be by my grandma. i pictured our kids someday walking through the field to my grandparents house just like i did.
it was just over.
it was like we were dumped and we couldn’t convince our ex to take us back. it was just so heartbreaking.
i didn’t feel like doing anything around the house. we went for a drive and got some lunch.
we came back and did get a lot done. i took a lot of aggression out on the stupid fricken garage.
i still can’t believe it.
i was expecting to tell you all today that we were moving! but i guess God has other plans. at least thats all i can tell myself.
saturday night we had a glass of wine on the porch and fleshed this whole thing out a little more and then went to visit our friends celebration of their new businesses opening (new Biggby on Lake Michigan Dr. People!)
we then headed to donkey for some serious margaritas. and our friends ended up joining us.
it’s true. laughter is good medicine.