I just learned the words "tieback" and "finial" last year visiting Anthropologie for the first time. (I want one of these beautiful doorknobs, I said to my friend. Those are tiebacks, she said. Oh.) I learned writing this post that tieback is one word. I am 33. Also, I just bought my first-ever pair of red rubber boots for stomping around outside in the rain, so I'm not totally sure if I am maturing or regressing.
But one thing's for sure, after being poor for most of my life, repurposed trash for sale doesn't often impress me, it usually just makes me sad. I still get a creative kick out of recycling stuff and working with what I have, but that's just for my own enjoyment of using my brain. I don't try to *sell* the kids' crowns I make out of cereal boxes, no matter how brilliantly resourceful I feel making them. Out of the hundreds of tie-backs for sale on the internet, someone paid Etsy to sell a piece of burlap with a black button. Sad bananas.
Yes, it's true, I'm a burlap hater. It's heavy on shabby and light on chic. Yes, I am crafty. No, I do not want to wrap burlap around vases for your wedding. Maybe it's because I'm anti-popular and the trend has run as wild as a toddler fresh out of the bathtub. I'm sorry, I just can't. Please make the burlap stop. The rustic hay bales can stay, but the burlap has to go.
I don't have anything else to say, I just thought it would be funny to post my sad bananas face when I realized I was cringing scrolling through Etsy.
If you know where to find some modern, pretty, hook-shaped, not-going-to-draw-blood tiebacks, let me know. Also, if someone would design a blocking app to create my own personal Burlap Safe Space, that would be greaaaaaat.
