6.26.2007
I've been yearning for a fancy/retro/homemade apron since I finally started baking and needing one. So, yesterday I convinced myself that I needed this one from a super cute young mom's etsy store.
Although, I went and spent money yesterday, I've decided to stop getting lattes every morning in an attempt to start saving for a down payment on a house. I'm hoping small steps like this will help me get out of debt this summer. That and hopefully I'll get a raise on July 1 which will make more of a difference.
Of course saving money means I need to put my plans for grandeur in our apartment on hold. I found a gorgeous vintage chandelier in an antiques shop for $79 last Friday that would be just perfect. I'm not sure if it works or what it would take to install, but I fell in love with it. Also, still looking for a dining room table that is the right size, style and price on craigslist (also, a boyfriend with a pick-up truck would be nice, but I'm not looking for that on craigslist, yet). And in my room I'm longing for two matching night stands that are only one foot wide as well as a pair of vintage-y lamps to put on top of them. The hideous wall sconces will be replaced when we paint (probably in August, I'm thinking a very pale lime green - like the color of my purse:).
I feel like I wouldn't be so strapped for cash if Dana Bergman, the woman we were subleasing from, hadn't SCREWED us out of our deposit at our last apartment. Out of a possible $600, she subtracted $450, leaving $50 for each of us. She also did not pay us interest. When I got her note about what she was deducting for, I was shocked at the amount of money she was charging for things I don't consider damage or that we had no knowledge of. I'm not going to detail everything, because it just makes me so angry every time I think about it. But just one example was charging us $50 because she didn't think her self-cleaning oven was clean enough.
Now, keep in mind that I've become kind of a neat freak lately and in my opinion, I left our old apartment sparkling. But, apparently she had a different opinion. This woman has been nothing but a nightmare to deal with. The real landlord was very surprised at her actions as well, saying that she thought we left the apartment very clean. And that we should demand receipts for repair. So, now I have to file a complaint. I just want this nightmare to end. Never rent or sublease from Dana Bergman.
To keep my mind off of that mess, I've been doing a little gardening lately around my house. Well, actually just planting pots with flowers, but it is a big deal for me. I love that I'm using my Grandma Christine's old garden trowel and watering can. She was the ultimate master gardener growing everything under the sun in elaborate garden designs meant to confuse the deer. She was also my hero of liberal political wonks.
Although, I went and spent money yesterday, I've decided to stop getting lattes every morning in an attempt to start saving for a down payment on a house. I'm hoping small steps like this will help me get out of debt this summer. That and hopefully I'll get a raise on July 1 which will make more of a difference. Of course saving money means I need to put my plans for grandeur in our apartment on hold. I found a gorgeous vintage chandelier in an antiques shop for $79 last Friday that would be just perfect. I'm not sure if it works or what it would take to install, but I fell in love with it. Also, still looking for a dining room table that is the right size, style and price on craigslist (also, a boyfriend with a pick-up truck would be nice, but I'm not looking for that on craigslist, yet). And in my room I'm longing for two matching night stands that are only one foot wide as well as a pair of vintage-y lamps to put on top of them. The hideous wall sconces will be replaced when we paint (probably in August, I'm thinking a very pale lime green - like the color of my purse:).
I feel like I wouldn't be so strapped for cash if Dana Bergman, the woman we were subleasing from, hadn't SCREWED us out of our deposit at our last apartment. Out of a possible $600, she subtracted $450, leaving $50 for each of us. She also did not pay us interest. When I got her note about what she was deducting for, I was shocked at the amount of money she was charging for things I don't consider damage or that we had no knowledge of. I'm not going to detail everything, because it just makes me so angry every time I think about it. But just one example was charging us $50 because she didn't think her self-cleaning oven was clean enough.
Now, keep in mind that I've become kind of a neat freak lately and in my opinion, I left our old apartment sparkling. But, apparently she had a different opinion. This woman has been nothing but a nightmare to deal with. The real landlord was very surprised at her actions as well, saying that she thought we left the apartment very clean. And that we should demand receipts for repair. So, now I have to file a complaint. I just want this nightmare to end. Never rent or sublease from Dana Bergman.
To keep my mind off of that mess, I've been doing a little gardening lately around my house. Well, actually just planting pots with flowers, but it is a big deal for me. I love that I'm using my Grandma Christine's old garden trowel and watering can. She was the ultimate master gardener growing everything under the sun in elaborate garden designs meant to confuse the deer. She was also my hero of liberal political wonks.