Talking to myself in a thrift store.

In looking for an apothecary cabinet for my kitchen, I ended up in a thrift store this afternoon. I found a table instead. $19.00 worth of semi circle folding table. A once in decade find.

I walked around it telling myself I didn't need it. I walked around it some more and thought "How nice it would be to have a semi-circle folding table to sew on."

It reminded me of a house we looked to buy in Maine. It had been a Taylor and seamstresses house which had a small, quaint, fantastic room filled with custom built in cabinets and tables for sewing machines.
I asked a clerk to help me set it up. If it had wobbles, I would have to pass. If it didn't fold out correctly, I would pass. If the top cracked when he moved it, I would pass.
I stated all these facts to the cheerful, too perky store clerk and he said, well if it's wobbly it's probably because of this floor, it's a mess, and it was.
It wobbled and I decided to pass. He moved the table and it didn't wobble as much.  Maybe it was the floor.
"This table is heavy". I thought to myself. Then the man answered "Yup, solid."
"Wait. Am I talking outloud in a thrift store? Only crazy people do that." I thought.
DON'T JUDGE. It's what I thought.
"I don't think I'll get because I want to save 50k this year. How can I spend 20.00 on something I absolutely can live without. I mean. I have a table I can use for sewing and in fact I actually do use it for sewing all the time. I was literally sewing on it yesterday." I thought - no out loud this time.
I walked away. Honest I did.
I walked up and down six isles convincing myself I can live without this table and realizing I had lost the battle and was going to get the table after all. I got the table. Moved it into my studio and now I have decided I have to sell something worth $40.00 to make up for my weakness. I'll let let you know how that turns out.