Sucker for an ugly napkin dispenser
Welcome to my brain has invited readers to try to win her mushroom orange-y napkin dispenser and I want it. Maybe you want it, too, and if you do I encourage you to head on over there to take a gander then rush to your own blog to say why it should be yours.
Why the napkin dispenser should be mine
By Dawn L. Friedman, age 37 3/4
The napkin dispenser should be mine because I want it. Even though it doesn’t match my kitchenware, (which is mostly green glass gleaned from the thrift store) or my retro-era of choice, (which is early 60s as my house dictates what with it’s knotty pine kitchen cabinets and countertops with the silver band all the way around and the marmoleum as tribute to the original linoleum) it should be mine because I covet the silly little mushrooms.
Truth is I don’t need more junk (and I say “junk” with love) in my already crowded house and Brett likely will not be thrilled with additional junk and I did just buy a FABULOUS plaster flower sculpture/wall thingie that made my mom wince because it brought her back to the late 50s, which is a little like how I’ll wince when my kids decorate their house with brass and wicker and say, “But mom! It’s so 80s! I had to have it!” so I’m really doing pretty well with my old kitchsy stuff quota for this season but I want it anyway.
The End.
Now go and write your own and may the best person win. Even if it’s not me.
p.s. Today is the kind of fall day that somehow reminds me of being in preschool and coming home before my sister — who was in big kid school — to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and play in the sandbox and feeling very loved and content and busy. I do believe the house we lived in then had white siding but maybe that was the neighbor’s. I can’t quite remember but I do remember how good it felt to play alone, knowing my mom was inside if I needed her and how my sandwich tasted sandy because even though I washed my hands, my clothes were still covered with sand and how the texture of the sand somehow added to the taste of the PB&J. Life is sweet. And sandy.
Our house had white aluminum siding, and my mom’s apartment was full of those freaking mushrooms. Therefore, I always think of pot when I see them.
Pothead!
My snack of choice was peanut butter and butter, and lemonade. Most of my middle reader books have peanut butter stains hidden in the pages.
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