July 28, 2003

When I become a parent, I’m going to avoid tacky, plastic baby crap no matter what.

I’d rather have a wooden high chair, stepstools, laundry baskets, little tables and chairs. If the item has a permanent role (i.e. not kept 95% of the time in the corner or a closet), it has to blend. An old wooden rocking chair instead of an upholstered slide rocker that looks like it belongs in a seniors’ citizens complex, circa 1982.

I don’t want a house that looks like it’s been furnished by Graco. Maybe a few key items like a play pen or jolly jumper.. but beyond that, everything else has to add to a room, not take away from it. Modern stuff might be easier or better designed, but I grew up with wood and it was fine.

I’m determined to sacrifice marginally improved ease for vastly improved pride.

Moooo-ha ha ha ha! Welcome to the new reality! If it gives me fifteen minutes to eat breakfast, it’s a keeper! After all, doesn’t everyone need musical inspiration for their belltower rampages?