
My husband and I recently moved to a new place out in the country. Previously we had been living in a cramped, old, smelly apartment, but with the birth of Zander we knew something had to give. So with great trepidation, a girl who was raised on the coast of Rhode Island, moved to the country. The REAL country with no Internet connection or anything.
The thing I love about living here is the light, it just floods our place from all around, and there are no buildings around us to block it. The house we moved to is NEW too, no “charming” gaps where food and dust can collect. Everything is flush, crisp, and frankly a bit boring. I will take boring over 100 plus years old any day. Now that Zander is crawling I need to keep his path clean.
For once in the longest time, I want to decorate my space. For all intensive purposes we were living like college students, futon couch and all. And since the house is kind of a blank slate, we really need to infuse it with some style.
A few weeks ago my Mother came from RI to help me start decorating the interior. As we went out for our first day of shopping we were full of optimism, we had a mission. We were going to buy a tablecloth. Not just any tablecloth, this tablecloth was going to transform my bare kitchen into a warm and inviting place. It was going to cover an eyesore of a table and just generally perk up the room. We talked at length all the way to the store (40 minutes, because I do live in the sticks) about the colors we wanted, the types of patterns we liked, the fabrics we preferred. Yes, we were going to give my kitchen a makeover and that effort hinged on this tablecloth. Instant gratification.
When we arrived at the store, a major chain devoted to all things kitchen and bath, you know the one. All we found were solid color polyester tablecloths. There were hundreds of them and aside from the colors, they were all the same. We were deflated, bewildered and a little incensed. It thwarted our whole trip. We bought four plain white towels for the bathroom and returned home.
The ride home we discussed our “chain store” culture. How bigger wasn’t always better, and how these stores in their attempt to appeal to as many people as possible were appealing to no one, or at least not to us. The choices we had encountered were safe, boring and mass produced.
When I came home I immediately went to etsy.com a site that specializes in handmade goods. You can purchase directly from thousands of craftspeople, artists, artisans, whatever you call them – the bottom line is everything is hand made or vintage one-of-a-kind type items. After the disappointment I felt at the store this was the cure for my soul. I explored with great delight tons of amazing tablecloths in so many patterns, colors, and styles. I am considering this or this.


It’s no wonder a site like etsy is wildly popular. I think we all have the mass production blues, we want something authentic, something genuine made by a real person who put real thought into what they were doing. It just makes you feel better, connected to someone somehow.
I don’t know if I can design chain stores out of my life just yet. I definitely avoid them as much as I can. What I can tell you is I am going to design more handmade goods into my life even if that means I have to save up a little bit more for them or I have to make it myself.