Thursday, July 9, 2009

Maybe I'll Finally be Able to Afford That Composter

I live in a very affluent area, just north of San Francisco. [Technically, I don't actually live in the very affluent part, but I get enough spillage to place myself within the confines of one of the most affluent counties in the U.S.] There are loads and loads and loads of upscale shops and art galleries and restaurants and high-end retailers in the county. And when you say you live in Marin County, people assume you are monied.

I'm not monied. And, clearly, looking at the foreclosures happening all around me in my not-so-affluent area and in those higher end areas, not as many people are monied as they'd like you to believe. What's happening around me locally is happening around the country, and companies catering to the affluent folks are flaming out everywhere.

The latest is Smith & Hawken, which will apparently be completely shuttered by the end of the year. So says my local newspaper. Liquidation activities will be underway fairly soon.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll finally join the throngs of upscale composters and be able to afford the daddy of all composters.

Or am I just opening up a whole nother can o' worms?

[Photos swiped from the soon-to-be-out-of-business Smith & Hawken.]


Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Aaaaaand, then there's my FIL. And his gigantic oil drum. :)

I hope you get one!

Anne said...

I wish I had the tenacity to compost. Although, with my black thumb, I probably wouldn't have anything to do with the compost.

Jocelyn said...

I am sooooooooo the right kind of reader for you, as I'm totally able to covet other people's compost bins. We got two free ones last year (once a year, the waste management co. in town does a giveaway), but we had to wait in line for two hours for 'em.

However, since open compost is illegal in our town (too many bears), it was worth it, to avoid the fines we'd been skirting for years.


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