Last month in my column I mentioned a story I would share once I recovered from the shame.  I haven’t recovered.

But I am going to share anyway.

As you know, I am a huge proponent of shopping local and shopping at home.  In fact, I recently had a fellow magazine publisher contact me, and in our conversation he said, “You know you could get your printing done a lot cheaper elsewhere.”  He was referring me to an out of state printer, and I said, “I know you probably think I’m crazy, but I am going to choose to support a Texas business over one who prints out of state.”  Note: He didn’t say it, but I think he does consider me a little crazy.

I also tend to never buy anything off Facebook unless it’s a local business or marketplace item where I meet a neighbor to purchase.  In fact, if there is ever anything that gets my attention, I make sure there is an actual website, and I search that to locate a phone number, an address, and find out the story of their business. Technically, I really just want to know I can drive to that place of business (if there is a problem) and talk to a real person.

Back to the shame.  During the holiday season, I was incredibly busy, and I did not follow my self-set guidelines. TWICE. I saw a very cool holiday wreath made with a wagon wheel. They had photos of it hanging on a front door, as well as on a gate. I could envision this on my daughter’s door and my mother’s gate. So, yes. I bought two.  Shortly after, I saw a very unique bell with DEEP tones. They even had a video of it, and it was beautiful! My mother has lots of wind on the prairie where she lives; I knew both of these would be perfect gifts, and I was excited, so I ordered.  And I waited. And waited.

The two packages finally arrived, neither as large as I expected.  The wagon wheel was approximately 12” across. It looked like a miniature version of what I had ordered. And the bell. Oh, the beautiful, resonant bell with the deep tones.  I don’t know what they videoed, but the metal pieces they sent me clang like a cowbell. Did I mention I ordered three?  What a dope. Sometimes what we think will be more convenient in the moment, ends up being a hassle and wasted expense.

So if you hear a cowbell around you, look for me. I might be wearing it as my self-punishment for being so gullible.  Another reminder that hometown shopping is always best!

Until next time,