Having recently identified Marley as the primary cause of clutter in our home, my new approach to getting the house under control is to focus on her. She is my identified patient. (If you are familiar with family systems theory, calm down. I am kidding!) Anyway, last night Marley and I were working on her room. The room which does not have one square inch of walking space available. The room with an magically endless supply of stuffed animals. The room with clean clothes lovingly intermingled with dirty ones. The room she tried to pawn off as being the responsibility of her parents to clean.
We didn't get it all finished but made some progress. Marley was quite intent for some time on her My Little Pony and Barbie container. This morning as I passed her room, I saw this:
It reminded me of something I might see in the MOCA** or the MOMA*** in an exhibit highlighting post-feminism issues in the 21st century. It also reminded me that my daughter--as well as the rest of us, I suppose--has too much stuff. How many cutsie ponies and naked Barbies does one girl need?**Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles.
***Museum of Modern Art in New York City.
1 comment:
"How many cutsie ponies and naked Barbies does one girl need?"
More than she's got. Just like I can never have too much chocolate, Girlkiddo can never have too many ponies.
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