Friday, June 19, 2009

Don't do drugs.

The ORIGINAL idea was to have a wall space that was cool, chic, and modern with candles and interesting found pieces in colors that accented our red, white and brown color scheme.


This is the reality:

Now, my blog is my space for Friday Favorites. Assuming I'm not mad at the world or the old man in the grocery store or the cranky manager in Ann Taylor Loft or my children or the neighbors who smoke or the neighbors' dogs with extra jingly dog tags or HB parking enforcement, or. . .


Wait. What?

Oh, yeah. So sometimes I do Friday Favorites here, in this virtual space. Turns out this is a genetic tendency that's been passed down to my kids because they now have little spaces where they like to put their favorite things. That those are not MY favorite spaces to see those things matters NOT AT ALL.


And this is a Picture of Entropy, the close up: This pile includes two cards my oldest got from Grandma, a skull he cut out, and his iPod Shuffle. Sometimes it also includes a yo-yo and an authentic aboriginal boomerang. When this was the only pile, I thought it was kind of cute. Then this showed up:


This is where he started putting things he doesn't want Baby G to touch: some goo that makes a fart noise when you squish it, his PSP, a comic he drew, and his Pringles. It's not like I'm helping the situation. That boat shaped tray at the top was supposed to be a lovely centerpiece with red candles and pretty river stones that sat on our coffee table. But Baby tries to eat the rocks so I moved them. And then I forgot to put two of the Christmas candles away and sticking them on top of other candles that don't match must have sounded good at some point, because that's what I did.

Then there's this candle:

There should just be a pretty white one, but the jar scent on top is sugar cookie and I love burning it, but not where Baby G can get to it, and now it's just sort of. . . there. All the time. (P.S., James loves Scotch tape. He picks it as an award when he fills up his reward bean jar for doing well at school.)

Remember that old drug prevention PSA where this dad comes in with his kid's pot stash and he's all, "Where did you learn to do this?" and the kid is all, "I learned it by watching you, Dad! I learned it by watching you!"
Uh, I guess there's a little of that going on here because I had this conversation with my eldest the other day:

"Quit putting your stuff up on the shelf. That's not what it's there for.

"You do it."

Well-played, Number 1. Well-played.

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22 comments:

Luisa Perkins said...

Holy cow, I have been thinking about this very thing. Why can't my kids just put their stuff away, I'd mutter.

Then I'd look at my own desk. That's why. How can I expect them to keep their spaces tidy when I have taught them otherwise by my own example?

My desk has been pristine for a week, but it will take a while before I feel I can speak with any authority.

But you said this in a far wittier fashion than I would have thought to.

Shellie said...

love it! love the random stuff like the tape and the skeleton paper crafty. so serene

Josi said...

All I can say is there is no way in hell I'm taking pictures of my 'pretty spots' :-) They don't have a chance around here.

Eowyn said...

I find it truly ironic that you can't get your kids to keep things off the shelf when I went and put three cool shelves in my boy's room and they can't keep anything on it. It's a mystery to me.

And it's not like I'm a super clean freak and that I don't leave things everywhere. I do. So why don't they use their shelves?

~snicker~

Amber Lynae said...

LOL yes it is funny how our kids pick up on our little tendacnies even the ones we don't want them to.

Annette Lyon said...

Ah, but the difference is that eventually YOU have to put your own crap away, while they . . . wait for YOU to put their crap away.

Just like I can leave dishes in the sink because I know eventually I'll be cleaning them up. If the kids leave dishes in the sink, eventually, *I* will be cleaning them up, so I get to do it, but they can't!

Becca said...

Ack! Yes! Like the key jar, where it's okay for ME to put hair elastics or paper clips, but then suddenly it's full of nail clippers and sunglasses and notepads and NONE OF THAT MESS IS MINE! And where the *&%% are my keys?

I'm such a wreck.

Kazzy said...

Hey, I love the wall. The random things make it more personal, huh?

Yeah, I have limited a lot of the surface space around here, because everything turned into pile central. The problem is finding a way to eliminate the floor.

Kristina P. said...

This makes me feel better about myself.

L.T. Elliot said...

Oh the shame! The Shame!

I'd be harder on you except for the fact that my desk looks like it's had a paper version of the swine flu. (Yeah, that includes under the desk too.)

I'm going to echo Josi's comment and say there ain't a snowball's chance I'm taking my pictures. ;)

Ah, Melanie. I've missed your blog!

Lara said...

Your wall space is still gorgeous, even beyond all the extras. :) I love it.

I can't even begin to tell you what kind of garbage I find on my shelves all the time. My husband is actually a worse culprit than the kids. Just yesterday I told him he was offending my highly developed sense of aesthetics.

Kimberly said...

First, that is a beautiful wall display. Truly. Second, I'm giggling like mad here and rethinking what to do with a glaringly empty wall in my living room . . .

DeNae said...

One of the first essays I ever wrote was called "Better Homes and Other Desert Islands", and it was all about things just like this. The problem, as I see it, is that our families insist on actually LIVING in our houses. And frankly, that just doesn't work for me.

No flat surface is safe in my house. Seriously, wear a stove pipe hat into my home, and within an hour you'll have a stack of mail, an iPod, and a half-finished plate of spaghetti teetering on the top of your head.

I feel your pain, Melanie.

LisAway said...

I think all cute and decorative wall shelves should be graced by a tub of farting goo.

nano*ink said...

Now just multiply that by 7 more kids and think of the lovely piles.

You should introduce James to double stick tape. It is awesome.

Debbie said...

You are so cute! I think all of us with kids do the same thing. And then we kinda forget the things re stuck there.

charrette said...

Hahahaha! He's brutal.

My kids stash stuff in bizarr-o places too...a mouthguard on the CD cabinet is the current stowaway.

Very fun post...
and you helped us all feel better too.

Alison Wonderland said...

Putting things where you don't really want them just to prevent the baby from getting them? Check.

Piling stuff on every available horizontal surface? Check.

Wishing the kids (and husband) would take care of their stuff despite the fact that your own stuff is also all over the place? Check.

All I can say is welcome to my world sweetie, welcome to my world.

Jessica G. said...

Yeah, I have the pretty candles and then the candles that I actually use...why can't there be pretty ones that smell good, too? I think there must be some ruling by the FDA on this...

Jen said...

This is so my world. I live with four people who consider any available space "storage". I think I'd like to have two seperate wings in my house - one for "them" and one for me to sit in and enjoy ALONE. With none of their stuff. Doesn't that sound nice?

April said...

It's the curse of the flat surface. As soon as a flat surface is cleaned off, someone/anyone feels it their duty to put something/anything on it.

myimaginaryblog said...

When I came home from my 18-month mission I was sort of amused and superior-feeling that random objects I remembered being in weird places (kitchen counters, bookshelves) were still in the exact same spots they'd been when I left. Now I totally get that 18 months is a SHORT stint for a random object to retain a weird holding-place -- I have some that are going on 6 years.