I don’t know how they keep finding me. I have moved 4 times in the past five years and yet those hounds at Pottery Barn keep pursuing me. I do all I can to stave off their determined advances, taking the catalog (now catalogs—fie, you evil Pottery Barn Kids) and chucking them in the trashcan on my way from the mailbox into the house. Because for me, perusing the Pottery Barn catalog leads only down the path of destruction. All those perfect looking, well-organized rooms, bereft of any clutter or non-wooden toys.
The truth is, I want my life to look like a Pottery Barn catalog, but really, it’s more like just a Barn. Even if I clean till kingdom come, it still doesn’t look great, there are all kinds of strange noises and smells surrounding me at all hours of the day, and there’s crap all over the place (usually not literally, although I was the victim of an unfortunate diaper blow out a few days ago).
I am slowly coming to terms with this, because what makes my house and my life more like a barn than a glossy catalog page is also what those staged and Feng-Shui-approved rooms lack: two beautiful little girls. And if I really have to choose, Elli and Annie will win out every time. But if I could have both...
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Count your blessings that they're girls. You may get a sort of clean house one day, or at least clean toilet seats. I, on the other hand, have no hope!
How about clean under-and-around-the-toilet-area? Someone--and I'm not naming names--around here apparently has some pretty bad aim sometimes...
Take me away, Pottery Barn!
And one more thing: is it too much to call it Mommy Porn?
Not too much for the likes of me, anyhow. But you already knew that.
Yeah. I thought about going there with my post...something along the lights of Playboy for Moms....
Oh, it gets all over the bathroom! Seems like an awfully big target to be missed so often.
ooh, i drool over the pottery barn catalogs...thankfully we haven't gotten any since we moved. but i still window shop when i pass the store!
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