No, this is not a post ranting against commerce and the complete subjugation of our society to business, economy, and most of all advertising. Well, maybe it is about the advertising part. Because I am falling victim.
'Tis true: the Christmas commercials are beginning to appear in full-force. Which just seems odd, even to this eager woman-child who loves that time of year, as it's currently an April-like 74 hour outside. But that really isn't my problem. My problem is that my home never looks like the homes featured in these commercials. I am not so much bothered by the quality of furniture, vastness of the layouts, or even the state-of-the-art everything in these kitchens and living rooms, or that the children's bedrooms are designer-decorated. No, my wish this morning as I watched magic swirl beautifully decorated reindeer gingerbread cookies to life on a Glade advert was that my home never looks as magical. Seriously, the places look so homey and softly lit and beautiful and just bright spots of the season... And I look at my place, that even in the best of times looks a bit... stark? (Ok, maybe some pictures hung and window coverings that aren't nailed to the window frame would help, but still...)
Granted my seasonal decorations are almost non-existent and so is the budget and the savvy to make them better. But I can't help but wish our home would seem like a place of wonder and excitement as that stupid commercial did. Maybe it would start if I put away the laundry and picked up the toys and washed the dishes. So, that means I've got to get to work. And no, I'm not going out for some Christmas-scented Glade. Nice try, Commercial Gurus.
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