With this cheerful thought in mind I began dismantling the display, so that I could turn the tray over and see the price. This took me a while, as there were an indecent amount of candles stacked upon it, but at last it was unencumbered, and I turned it over...
Four. Hundred. Dollars.
I felt a sick lurch in my heart and began to re-assemble the candle-pyramid. My friends and I joked that I'd probably have to pay the shop $20 just for touching it, but inside I was feeling very small, and very sad. I felt as though I was being told that because we aren't wealthy, we don't deserve beautiful things. I know that's not true, of course- the only person making me feel that way was me and my rare-but-tenacious insecurities- but the little kernel of sadness remained. I tend towards the miserly, pragmatic side of things in general, so the decision to spend extra on something for the sake of beauty was sort of a big deal. To be unable to afford the beauty was just sort of... well, sad.
It was with that experience fresh in my mind that I decided to visit Pier One on our way home. Surely, I thought, surely they have pretty trays that I can actually afford.
And they did... but none that made my heart happy. And what's the point of spending extra if it's not going to make your heart happy? So I browsed around the store, with the vague notion that I'd look at dishes, since Nathan's been saying for about three years now that he really, really wants better dishes than my old Ikea ware.
Nothing was appealing to me, until I happened to glance at a clearance rack. And there it was- a beautiful little plate, just calling my name! White with a spray of yellow branches, and dinner plates to match! So pretty! And so affordable!
Nathan was equally charmed, and so we brought a set of sixteen white-and-yellow plates home to our little yellow house, and paid less than 1/7 of what I'd have paid for just one tray (and I wanted two). Now that's beautiful.
|...with a side of yellow sunshine...|
(As for the still-needed breakfast trays, we decided that we will buy a pair of plain trays and them stencil on our own design. Now if only I knew a pewter-worker...)