What is it with all these Internet articles regarding updating 80’s houses, or 70’s or 90’s houses for that matter? The news sites are reporting on unemployment; people lost a great deal of value on their homes; websites abound with stories about living with children with autism; stories about celebrities (and addicts sponsored by Dr. Phil) going into rehab and police blotters mention poorer people going to jail.
Yet, comments on the color of the paint on your walls, the special section of wallpaper, the new chalky paint, countertops, appliances, bathroom fixtures are also everywhere. Whatever happened to the roof over your head concept? If a chair is comfortable, why can’t you sit on it, even though its lines are not those featured in glossy magazines?
How lucky these people are to have no worries other than up-to-date color schemes and trendy flooring. I know of many people who have children with life-threatening diseases; I suspect they could have polka dot walls and not even see them. In fact, be glad to have walls.
I suppose soon someone will find it necessary to redecorate Habitat for Humanity homes built a few decades ago. I mean, good heavens, surely they must appear ghastly now.
Is this the end of the rant? Maybe . . . for now.
I stood in line at Hobby Lobby yesterday. I was returning an item that I had purchased to repair a cute doo-hickey thing I had been given and discovered I’d bought the wrong size of thingy to fix the doo-hickey. It was just $2.95 but hey, better return it when driving by than let it sit in the house and become a dust magnet. Anyway, the lady in front of me was purchasing items to redecorate her daughter’s room. After watching $550 of junk rung up with the woman giving a running commentary about how sorry she was that she got in the return line by mistake and how she hoped her daughter would “love” the stuff (which was got awful ugly…. but straight out of a trendy magazine picture) the checker asked her how old her daughter was. I would have said 32 from the stuff she was buying. The lady said.. oh she’s nine. I redo her room every year to keep up with her tastes.
????? One of the few times I actually thought WTF? (pardon my french)
Our world is so shallow.