On the one hand, I feel that modern humans, or at least the humans that make up the American middle class, have their priorities a mess, myself included. We worry about whether our duvet covers match the throw pillows, if our cars have bluetooth and on-board GPS, whether our smile is white enough, and if our hair is buttery or honey blond. We cannot live without our Keurig, food processor, flat iron, cellphone, or pillowtop mattress. Until I redid my kitchen, I was a miserable complainer; if I worked, then I felt I deserved a nice kitchen. Actually, I still do complain about the trivial and the nonessential, and I probably always will. We do this because that's what everyone else is worried about. But, the better part of this world is and has been populated with people who are mostly concerned with survival, which makes me feel like a spoiled neurotic.
On the other hand, I feel this pressure is exascerbated by media of all types. When you look at shiny catalogs, the women are so stylish, the homes are clean and tidy and beautiful, and the refrigerators are stocked with Perrier and fresh fruit and a beautiful cake. I want that life. Social media adds to the angst by showing only the good parts of your friends' lives. Oh, wow, my cousin got her children on skis already, and my friend take hikes and captures professional shots with her expensive cameras, and my single friends eat out and have fine wine every night! I want those lives, too. I love that I can keep in touch with everyone all at the same time, but let's be honest, does anyone ever share a picture of themselves eating cereal from the box with bedhead and leg hair in their pyjamas on a Thursday afternoon? No, they only post the fun times, the good food, the wonderful vacation.
|Mine just doesn't even come|
close. I swear the lamp near
the stairwell is lit.
I do a huge amount of "research"* for my dollhouse projects. And I come across all kinds of talented, creative, amazing people. Inevitably, I end up comparing myself to them, and I don't really measure up. Some examples include:
- A man, with a flair for dramatic French names, who is making a miniature French "Maison de Grands Rêves". Oh, la, la!
- Dutch dollhouses that I swear are really just page scans from Elle Decor, because there is just no way!
- Kris, the woman that I copied my mattress from. She makes furniture from paper, and everything looks amazing.
|I have to coin a new word for|
I just have to trust that my mini work is good enough. And, if I don't compare my products to others, I should be happy. Mostly... If we could just redo the basement. And my skin was smoother.
*a little known synonym for research is procrastinate or waste time