Skully dish-cloths! Wooo!
Sep. 19th, 2011 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausI love it that it's not even October yet and there's a bajillion million bits of Halloween stuff out. I celebrated this fact by purchasing skully dishcloths.
I know most of the stuff out there is cheap plastic doom with a spooky glitter coating, but I can be such a sucker for that kind of thing. It's like part of my brain is perpetually 6, and wants to be a Gothly-Princess-Ballerina. I keep trying to reason with this part of my brain, and it goes something like this:
Grown-up bits: "Um, why are you fixating so intensely on those skully candles with the rhinestone eyes and extra glitter?"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "Want! Want want want! My life is incomplete and sad without these!"
Grown-up bits: "You know you're forty, right? For-ty. 4-0. Those things are intensely gaudy. How can we be elegant and wise with all these tacky knickknacks around? I've let you have the run of my house for years, and it still looks like Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo had a bad accident with Jo-ann fabrics. And I still sweep up glitter from 3 years ago, I'll have you know!"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "You, madam, are making the mistake a lot of people make--that you can't have any fun now that you're old."
Grown-up bits: "I'm not old! Don't say that! Not! Old!"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "Then stop acting like it, and buy me that witch hat with the feathers and the veil and the little plastic spiders on it! Or I will pitch an absolute fit, and nobody wants that..."
What can I say? Gothy-Princess-Ballerina usually wins, because she's damn sneaky. But this time, I did talk her down to some nice, practical dishcloths...with skulls on them. Now we're both happy...
I know most of the stuff out there is cheap plastic doom with a spooky glitter coating, but I can be such a sucker for that kind of thing. It's like part of my brain is perpetually 6, and wants to be a Gothly-Princess-Ballerina. I keep trying to reason with this part of my brain, and it goes something like this:
Grown-up bits: "Um, why are you fixating so intensely on those skully candles with the rhinestone eyes and extra glitter?"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "Want! Want want want! My life is incomplete and sad without these!"
Grown-up bits: "You know you're forty, right? For-ty. 4-0. Those things are intensely gaudy. How can we be elegant and wise with all these tacky knickknacks around? I've let you have the run of my house for years, and it still looks like Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo had a bad accident with Jo-ann fabrics. And I still sweep up glitter from 3 years ago, I'll have you know!"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "You, madam, are making the mistake a lot of people make--that you can't have any fun now that you're old."
Grown-up bits: "I'm not old! Don't say that! Not! Old!"
Gothy-Princess-Ballerina bits: "Then stop acting like it, and buy me that witch hat with the feathers and the veil and the little plastic spiders on it! Or I will pitch an absolute fit, and nobody wants that..."
What can I say? Gothy-Princess-Ballerina usually wins, because she's damn sneaky. But this time, I did talk her down to some nice, practical dishcloths...with skulls on them. Now we're both happy...
