i just checked the april challenge thread and ktxmoh's post about the maps reminded me how sad i am that i didn't buy some vintage nautical maps (is there another word for these?) at a yard sale last summer. the lady's husband was a fisherman off the coast of british columbia and had all these ah-mazing maps of the ocean. she wanted a $1 for the lot. i thought they would be so awesome framed above our couch since they were huge, but they had dots of what i assumed was mold around the edges, which i'm sure was common since they lived on a fishing boat for years. i thought about bringing them home and either trimming the edges or seeing if there was something to do to clean them. finding no solution, i lost a dollar. big deal. but i decided not to buy them and i'm forever questioning my sanity that day. whyyyy?
Post by RoxMonster on Apr 13, 2013 17:51:15 GMT -5
I was debating on a bar cart I saw at Gordmans for like $120 that wasn't 100% my vision but fairly close. I hemmed and hawed and when I finally decided I would just get it, it was gone and hasn't returned since. All the other vintage bar carts I've seen and loved were well over $400
Probably twelve years ago I spotted a handbag in London that was gorgeous. However, it was pricey so the cheapie in me won out and I decided I could do without.
To this day I regret not getting it, especially since I could have afforded it. It was stunning.
I passed up a job opportunity working in Uganda training the legislature about domestic violence and women and children's rights for two years because I couldn't take my dogs with me. I can't image that I will ever have a chance like that again. :^)
So a non-home related thing I regret, but I don't know if I should, is not moving to London after my study abroad. Yes, I was engaged, so... I probably couldn't have done it anyway. But after my urban ed classes and hanging out in London schools and whatnot, I can honestly say I've never felt more at home anywhere that wasn't my home before. I absolutely loved everything about being in England. Everything. I think about my time in London every single day. Two of the schools I was working in said I'd have a job if I wanted one. That whole being engaged thing and getting married the following summer... I don't resent my husband or anything, as he sometimes thinks I do (like when we watch a movie that takes place in London and I'm all, "Oh my gosh. Let me tell you about my adventure at that place!"), but I do really wish I could've figured out a way to live there. But like I said, it wouldn't have worked anyway because DH would NEVER move to a new country.