Regretting the copper pot that I did not buy

Recently it hit me that we will be moving in the next few months. A few weeks ago I went on a bit of a purging spree. I need to do much more but I had a pretty good start. I did two and a half says straight of sorting. I also played the sadistic game of once I picked something up I had to put it where it goes. We are pretty organized but sometimes when we are working on projects supplies get put away with the project in progress and then we do not go back and work on it for a while the result when everything is put back in its place? Realizing that you have 47 perfectly functional and not at all dried out black sharpies. I have always had a love for sharpies but that seems a little excessive even for me.

One of the side effects of all of this cleaning. Less buying. I have learned to regret some of that though. A few weeks ago I was at the thrift store and I saw a copper pot that had little gold handles and feet. I carried it around protectively for about 20 minutes, having one of those Confessions of a shopaholic moments. Do I need this, Do I need this. Yes as I have hands and they can get cold. I was not so lucky to figure out a reason though. So I responsibly left it there. Damit. After we brought in our plants for the winter. They now live in the guest bedroom, there is something about having fresh tomatoes that makes you never want to go back so we got the lights and the timer and everything. I will not show you pictures because they are UGLY. Anyway, I thought it would be so nice to have the hydrangeas in the living room on our travertine herringbone table. They have not flowered in a while but just the leaves are beautiful Then I thought back to that copper pot and how lovely it all would have looked, something like this:

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Guess I will just have to be on the lookout.