Another Costco Appreciation Piece

Maybe the most surprising thing about my middle age is the fact that I’m such a Costco fan now. No, corporations are not our friends, but as Jake Lunbderg writes in The Atlantic,

Costco is a marvel not just historically but also in this moment. In an age of broken institutions, insufferable politics, and billionaire businessmen auditioning to be Bond villains, most things feel like they’re getting worse. Costco seems to stay the same. The employees are generally satisfied. The customers are thrilled by the simple act of getting a good deal. All of it makes a unique space in contemporary American life, a space of cooperation, courtesy, and grown-ups mostly acting like grown-ups.

 

Of course, Costco is also very media-shy and last year The New Yorker asked “Can the golden age of Costco last?” but for now… I’ll take a business that isn’t blatantly trying to rip off its customers.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Yeehaw!

I’m moving all the sewing stuff this week so I had to finish a shirt I started after Christmas. This is a flannel bandanna print from Suppose, the fabric store on the way to the hot springs in Idaho, that I bought in November.

A cropped button up shirt in a white-on-black bandanna print hanging against a white closet door.

I made the cropped version of the Closet Core Jenna Shirt because I bought the end of the bolt and didn’t have enough yardage for the regular view. The cropped view looks kind of weird on the hanger but it works pretty well with high-waisted pants… perhaps even my Yosemite Sam pants for a full cowboy fit?

The Tides Of STUFF

I started getting things put back into the basement over the weekend and … the second storage shelf we’d moved up to the garage doesn’t fit back in the closet. (Well, it physically fits but it would block access to either the door or the first shelf, so it functionally doesn’t. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I measured.) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So half the things I’d already moved downstairs got brought back upstairs and that second shelf will continue to live in the garage. Meanwhile, we hauled the two IKEA cabinets down there and I put the new legs and doors on, and I got a little excited again. A long low cabinet with green-gray doors against a white wall. Two turquoise lamps are on it and a fluffy white rug is in the foreground.

I’m going to fill that cabinet with vinyl records FABRIC! As soon as I carry it all down two flights of stairs. (•́ ᴖ •̀)

It’s Done!

Terrible things are happening in America* but the basement is officially FINISHED, professionally cleaned, and inspected. It took just 12 weeks including holidays (!!) and I love it. If I were rich I’d hire EVERY home improvement project out to the pros.

Here are the befores: An unfinished basement from the corner of the room. The insulation and furnace are exposed.

An unfinished stairwell leading into the basement. Various pantry items are stacked on the stair ledge.

And here are the afters:
The same angle of the same basement, but now there are clean white walls, a bathroom, doors over the furnace, and wood-look flooring

The same shot of the stairwell but with finished white walls, lighting, and wood-look stairs

I need to get everything we put in the garage moved back into the new closet before I move in furniture, but I did put some rugs down already. (Gotta protect the new floor!)

The basement room with a shaggy white and black rug in it

A bathroom with a green vanity, a leopard rug, and white walls

 

 

 

*I saw this post this morning and couldn’t agree more. Screenshot of a post that says, Thanks for the free 7-day trial of 2026 I'd like to unsubscribe from whatever the hell this

Something To Consider

After how hard 2025 was, I don’t want to come out and say, “Let’s have more friction in 2026!” But I’ve read two different essays in the last two days about purposely adding friction back in to everyday life via turning your phone off, quitting delivery services, getting out of the car and back on foot, etc.

Dan Sheehan puts it like this, defining what he calls “The Smooth World” (emphasis mine):

The Smooth World, as it is currently and continually designed, is meant to avoid friction at all cost. In it, food can be delivered to your doorstep by unseen butlers, cars turn every excursion out of the house into an isolating door-to-door commute, and in whatever small ways you’re forced to interact with others, you now all have the option of doing so while simultaneously anesthetizing yourself with an unending stream of short form video content.

But hey, those things are chores! Surely optimizing them out of our lives has left more room for leisure! But the optimization hasn’t stopped at chores. Where once games, entertainment, and hobbies were a way of blowing off steam, now many opt instead to remain submerged in that unending stream of content. Our attention is no longer ours to give, having become a new frontier for those who wish to sell targeted advertising.

 

And Kathryn Jezer-Morton writes,

Tech companies are succeeding in making us think of life itself as inconvenient and something to be continuously escaping from, into digital padded rooms of predictive algorithms and single-tap commands: Reading is boring; talking is awkward; moving is tiring; leaving the house is daunting. Thinking is hard. Interacting with strangers is scary. Risking an unexpected reaction from someone isn’t worth it. Speaking at all — overrated. These are all frictions that we can now eliminate, easily, and we do.

 

Maybe it’s more about remembering where our attention is going than wanting more friction (because even though I see their points, I am not about to say out loud, “Let’s have a difficult year!”). Black text on an orange background that says, "And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling,
"This is important! And this is important! And this is important!
You need to worry about this!
And this! And this!." And each day, it's up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, "No. This is what's important"

 

Tuesday Project Roundup: Little Gifts

After Christmas I sewed up a couple zip cases for coworkers who’d sent me little presents in the fall. I used stash fabrics and bias but ended up ordering the zippers with a Wawak shipment (because I wanted metal teeth and only had plastic/nylon ones). I thought the pattern might be fiddly but with 1/8″ basting tape, it wasn’t that bad.

Two round small cases on top of each other, in bright colors.

The two cases open. One has pink mushroom print lining and one has black and blue check lining.

These are little–just four inches across and about an inch high–so I’m not sure what they’ll actually be used FOR, but they were easy to stick in a mailer and ship. (Also, do we all know about Pirate Ship? Cheapest shipping possible and a better interface than USPS.)

Poem For A Post-Holiday Monday

The holidays are over, the birthdays are over, and now it’s back to work in the gloomy winter. What can be done? Find those “joys far more ordinary” (and turn on your SAD Lamps).

Midwinter Poem
by Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Oh intervals of light in untold sunless days
hardbacked by dusk, there is no guidebook
for the years within a year called winter.
Season of the see-it-through, the out-of-office,
the batten-down. Monied guarantor of the sad
and SAD Lamps alike — hemispheric accidents, all,
of our axial tilt. If not by flying south, what else to do
but stay and bear it? How else to survive, if not by light,
then by joys far more ordinary, unremarkable perhaps,
but good as any that warm the dark days of our lives.

Birthday Vibes From Essays

I’m turning 46 tomorrow (!) and still processing the last year and what I want this one to look like, so I’m not sure I have a clear birthday “word for the year” yet. But I think it might be the ideas found in these two unrelated articles.

The first is a dense essay about how the idea of entropy should change our philosophy–“what would our metaphysics and ethics look like if we learned that reality was against us?” The author spends a lot of time getting there, but his idea of “goodness” in a decaying universe was really striking: 


“Goodness could consist in any act that seeks, however briefly, to bend the entropic thrust of existence back upon itself – holding it at bay, even if only momentarily. We glimpse this resistance in acts of compassionate care for the suffering, and in efforts to minimise the harm we inflict on the world around us.” 

 

Echoing that idea, the second essay is actually a short post from author Max Gladstone, an allegory about a cast-iron pan he had to restore. He ends it thusly:

One thing we can do against that moment when “all that is solid melts into air,” is to not let it. Fix the thing that seems broken. Form and build the bonds that seem so fragile and so easily torn away. Maybe you can’t walk forever into the wind of change—but each step does matter, and if you can’t imagine even taking a step, at least you can try. […] The Buddha’s right, I think, that all things are transient and empty of inherent fixed being and that the root of suffering can be found in clinging to impermanent things as if they were permanent, but when he says all he really means it, he’s talking about us. You, me, the cast iron pan, the world, we’re all in this together. If the perfect state is impermanent, unfixed—that must apply to the broken state as well. The mess is a gateway to the work, the practice, and at the end of the day, the practice is what we have.

 

“The mess is a gateway to the work” hit me as hard as “luxurious complications.” Maybe that’s my phrase for 46.