Don’t even get me started on their grow lights. Now that’s a joke that makes itself.
I still love the store but am CRAZY selective of what I spend my money on there.
Hand curated artisanal filaments swathed in rare borosilicate, gently bathed in mysterious gasses from the Orient…
…expertly crafted under artillery fire by men without shoes…
I threw the catalogue across the room in disgust but I think the lights were $300 for 50w
I bathe in mysterious gasses but I tend to do it vigorously.
No doubt with reverberatory modulation.
Lee Valley sells a device for just this purpose.
Based on the commentary from the missus this AM I do as well!
My fault really for having 1/4 of a box of Honey Shreddies as my dessert last night.
I get the catalog. For giggles as much as anything but occasionally they have things worthwhile. I’ve bought a few things, tool roll and brass lamps.
How dare you attempt to manipulate my calcium!
We kid a little bit but I just threw away one of their old fluoro rigs that’s been in service since 1997. Hard to argue with that.
Things I’ve bought that are 110% worth the $:
- 50% shade grid “cloth” (green uv resistant plastic that’s bombproof and reusable for years!)
- PVC connectors and accessories (wood is cheaper but needs maintenance, when I wanna say fuck-it I invest in PVC pipe and these things and it’s a done deal forever.{hoop houses, etc})
- THESE GARDENING GLOVES:
They last me 2 years but I put them through HELL and this includes roses.
Yeah I don’t really rag on their merchandise just their marketing. The “damn that’s expensive it must be luxe” thing.
the thing with lee valley is it’s “the bespoke hardware store”; so you pay up the arse but 9 out of 10 get your money’s worth.
Like this mister i’ve wanted for years:
But it’s $46.50 and only holds 1 1/2 cups of water… I still want it though.
Like a turn of the century oil can. A little spritz of vinegar on your wedge sir?
The sort of thing Hannibal might decant his ether from.
Can’t cross the Alps without a big bucket of ether.
Barcing up the wrong tree I’m afraid.
I thought I was your mister.