(How annoying, this is my second take at this entry)

I spent last week running useless errands and while I always enjoy these time-wasting excursions, I enjoyed last Thursday’s more than usual.

I set off from my home to my favourite shopping centre, which has one of these dollar stores in it.  I realize that I confessed to hating this misnomer of a dollar store, the dollar store that makes a mockery of the idea of having a store where everything in it costs no more than a dollar, but I have since gotten over that, mostly because they have a topnotch scrapbooking section (where very few items cost only a dollar) but they are still very competitive prices and if you look hard enough, it is possible to find something there that is a good buy.

I went looking for a package of cardstock cards that I had seen a few months back.  Back then, I rejected them because at $3 for a package of 30 (with matching envelopes!) I thought it wasn’t a worthy expense.  Now that I can’t seem to find the darn cards at any store at that price, I returned, tail between my legs, only to discover some other savvy bargain shopper had snapped them up.

Instead though, I ran across an item that I had been looking for forever (2 months in Jummy time):  paper flowers!  When I was in the states last, I bought their cousin, the fabric-y flower:

While pretty, they were larger than the flowers I had in mind.

Of course, it’s while I’m looking for ivory hued items that I see these adorable jars of paper flowers:

They are exactly what I’m looking for and I can’t wait to grab some brads and make some cute cards with them:

                           

Speaking of brads, I met a guy (hah).  What I meant to say is I found some cute daisy/asterisk brads:

I know:  more craft supplies entering my absolute disaster of a room without any crafts leaving it.  Soon there will be an equal and opposite flow, I promise.  In the meantime, I broke down and bought a contraption to organize my scrapbooking paper and doodads.  Only half of my paper has made it in so far.

No matter what you say, I call all this progress.  Maybe one day I’ll tackle the clutter in my room without buying more things.

Filed under: Crafty, Mundane by jummy