• Kim Catron

The Knob

I posted a picture on my author facebook page of a rather pretty knob. I know, a knob. But it's a pretty knob. It's a knob to use on a cabinet or a drawer, but it's a knob. Someone artsy decided to take a marble knob (You're starting to laught now aren't you because I've used the word knob 7 times not included the most recent one, and let's face it, knob is kind of a funny word.) and paint it.


It doesn't look mass produced but there were about 7 or 8 of them in the shop, so I can't truly say it's not).


Let me back up for context.


The first thing you should know about me is that I'm not great at buying things for myself. I love looking and saying "Oh, that's pretty, I could put that in my office, the kitchen, the bathroom etc.," but when it comes down to it, I don't buy it. I've always been this way, frugal, cheap...frugal sounds better. It's just my personality. That doesn't mean that I don't have times that I do make personal purchases on frivolities, but more often than not, I don't. (I do LOVE buying little trinkets for friends though- living vicariously through them, maybe?)


So, here I am in this cute little shop in Chagrin Falls, Ohio for a day out with my husband and mother-in-law, when I spy this knob. It's the first thing I see when I walk in the store, which is strange as it wasn't out in the open, but in one of those circular standing wire basket contraptions that would house...well, knobs. There were other knobs in the basket too, each sequestered to their portion of the basket, but this was the one that spoke to me.


I spent the next twenty minutes wandering around the store talking about the knob. It got to the point that my husband asked me to stop saying the word knob.


And then I did it, I took a deep breath and said, "I think I'm going to buy the knob and put it on the drawer of my writing desk." And then something even more crazy happened, I grabbed a mug (ironically on the shelf behind the knob) and decided to buy it, too!


I spent a grand total of $19.98 on myself in that little store...the store with the knob. I felt a little giddy walking out with my purchase-- two things for myself in the brown bag with the handle. I also felt a little guilty--two things for myself!


I'm not sure why my psyche is made like that (I've got some theories.), but I know that when I do buy myself those occasional "knobs" whatever they be, they bring me great joy whenever I look at them.


So go out this summer and find your knob! (or maybe two!)

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