Oh no, I have been the etsy villain (unintentionally)! I sold a tiny needlecraft to a guy in England, who must have had some very specific story behind his purchase of a felted shrew. Shrew was lost in the mail, which was terrible because I could not get any money for that thing, having foregone insanely pricey international shipping insurance. I made him a second, free shrew (hmph), but all told it took him like four months to get the first thing he ever bought off etsy. :(
@cuminafterall I think this is along the the lines of the word gullible not being in the dictionary, but I checked, and Greenpeace definitely has a website with a large friendly button that says "DONATE NOW". Also, grassroots? This word... I don't think it means what she think it means.
Ok, I'm obviously not whimsical or adventurous enough, but I thought the point of travel by cargo ship was cost effectiveness? And that it stopped places to load up or something and you could get out and see the docks of various places? Because 3,000 euros is a crazy amount of money to sit in a box for a month.
Twice, at my favorite used clothing store, I have found money in the pockets-- once 20 bucks, once 35. I told the store owners both times, who were like, oh man lucky you! And then I used the money to buy the clothes that contained the pockets containing the money, as seems only fair. Free clothes! I would take $1200 to the police station though.
Wow, very anti-rideshare around here! So, I have used craigslist rideshare a few times,and it's always been fine. Probably I should have worried about this more? People I have gotten rides with: a middle-aged white-collar guy who told me all about the book he was writing, a car full of Chinese exchange students with a GPS with outdated maps, a Korean frat boy who believed that women shouldn't work outside the home, other people. Also I once took a ride from a guy I did not know at all in an airport, who spent the hour's drive (through rural Indiana) dropping hints about how rich he was. I might have given him the impression I would go to dinner with him after, I did not do that thing. All free or cheap! Apparently I'm the kind of person who, when told by a olden-times highwayman "YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE!" would sit there for a few minutes and think about it.
My last trip to Europe (an academic conference) I decided I was officially too old for hostels. The particular hostel I had researched and was staying in was clean, well-run, had working showers and free wi-fi, all good stuff. The average age of my dormmates was probably 19. I tried to be the cool, well-traveled adult, but instead I became the embarrassed, crotchety Old. Thing is, I probably will stay in hostels again, too old or not, because my income thinks I'm 22.
I bought a Really Pretty Apron from Anthropologie, which I rarely wear because it seems awfully silly to use a 35 dollar apron to prevent staining a 6 dollar thrift store dress. But I still really like that apron.
Ross. I live and die by Ross. But only if you don't want a specific particular thing that day-- basically you just have to periodically check the shoe area and buy everything that fits and costs between 10-25 dollars. I wear almost exclusively flats, and I've gotten some pretty cute mid-priced brands (Calvin Klein, Michael Kors, Bandolino) there.
Accidental teetotaller here--I barely ever drink, not because I have anything against drinking but because I was a huge nerd who didn't party much in college and never really learned to like alcohol? By the time I realized I could drink booze smuggled into sweet things or blended into calorie-bomb-milkshakes, I just wasn't used to the idea of paying a bunch of money for something that wasn't good for me. I can't feel sanctimonious about the money I'm saving by being lame though, because (a) where does it stop? I also don't smoke or do cocaine or own a horse or have a gambling problem, should I congratulate myself on all that stuff too? and (b) I counterbalance my sober habits by throwing whatever cash I have at frozen yogurt vendors. Pinkberry, she is a jealous mistress.
@mishaps I've seen that :) One of the hazards of being friends with mostly grad students is that someone facebooks every depressing, hopeless article about our collective lack of prospects. I think we, the young people of America, need to commit to a concentrated effort of false confidence. Everyone needs to start posting only wildly exaggerated numbers about how much better it's getting! I feel like the only thing worse than a crummy economy is talking constantly about the crummy economy.