So I just finally got caught up on the one thing I love to put off–my mail pile. I always marvel at how much money (and trees) are wasted on junk mailers and catalogs that simply get thrown away. 

Right now, if it has a politician’s face on it, it goes DIRECTLY into our garbage. My husband and I are so over this election, and the onslaught of mailers just seems like such a waste.

But there–at the bottom of my pile–wrapped in plastic, was the biggest waste of all. 

My very own, personal library of Restoration Hardware Sourcebooks. 

Unsolicited. 

This probably five-pound bundle of three huge glossy catalogs had to cost you at least ten bucks to print and ship to me, without me requesting it

While I love wandering through your gorgeous store on the rare occasion we happen across one (usually in Seattle for a football game) I am by no means a good return on investment for you to ship these ridiculously luxe anthologies to. I am not in the market for any $8,000.00 Chesterfields, nor will I probably ever be. 

I also know your website is one quick Google search away. If I want to spend $5,000.00 making Hank’s room *perfect* after he outgrows his already perfectly beautiful crib and changing table/dresser (from Target) I will happily find your website at that point. I may look for inspiration, and then still, save those extra $4,500.00 for either our Disneyland trip (which we will be saving for until at least 2020) or his college fund. 

So save a tree, and keep my Sourcebooks from here on out. We’re good in our house–furnished in head-to-toe hand-me-downs and the two sofas we just paid off monthly via Ashley Furniture’s Outlet Store finance plan over the last two years. And we love it. We are so very proud of it, and our eclectic style that comes from merging two adult lives plus a passel of kids.

We may never be on “Cribs,” but we also feel like we can sit on our furniture. 

We LIVE in our house. Hard. 🙂

Sincerely, 

A Tired Mama who needed a rant today after some idiot on a crotch rocket woke her sick baby up from his nap. 

P.s. (I feel so much better now. But really, take me off your mailing list.)

That kind of luxe just ain’t for us

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