OK, not so long ago, someone posted about this bracelet:
I just can't remember who - sorry. And, so intrigued was I, that I went to Modcloth.com to check it out.
I don't wear bracelets. I can barely manage rings and necklaces. And I'm not into brass. Like, at all. But this thing just spoke to me. I mean, curlicue measuring tapes are a big part of my life.
Deal is, I tried to buy it. I can count on one finger how many times I've seen something on a blog, clicked on the link and decided: I want to buy this right now. I went to purchase, only to discover it was sold out.
I cannot count on any fingers the number of times I've been even remotely interested in buying something online that, on trying to buy, I learned was Sold Out. Unless you include candy from Britain.
I searched other sites. It was sold out everywhere, inasmuch as everywhere routed me back to Modcloth (the original vendor). Uncharacteristically, I clicked on Modcloth's option to be notified if the item became available again. What the hell, I thought, it's not like that's ever going to happen. The thing about big sites, though (which I think Modcloth qualifies as, though, in truth, I've only visited once), is that they get restock. I don't know that I appreciate this feature...
Two hours ago I was notified that the bracelet is back in stock. The shipping is $18.00. High on drugs pricing, IMO. And yet, somehow, I just bought a vaguely mass produced, brass, expensive-to-deliver item of jewelry the likes of which I (heretofore) have never worn.
Talk about the power of symbolism.