t.m.i.

I'm tired of what the net has done to imagination. Yes, we are now the instant-culture where we can do everything from making the appointment to wax our bikini-line, order wedding invitations, check the weather, look up the spelling of a word, play Scrabble, and have sex all at the same time but... are you kidding me?

This generation of Pottery Barn (order up room #270) and sites like The Knot, The Nest and The Bump are leaving zero to the imagination of the user. Just dial it up and it decides it all for you, not to mention - these sites do it better than you would because they have professional designers who tell you what to do. It requires ziltch in the imagination department... just point, click, and Pay it to the Pal. Then, there is the competition among all of the brides and pregnant women. Puhleeez.  I must admit, we didn't have half the crap that's available to these youngsters, but we weren't in debt up to our brain stems either or have unrealistic expectations that our children should be in some princess LuLu bed from The Fantasy Collection at Pottery Barn Kids (order from page 54, room #34B).

What ever happened to checking out garage sales and Goodwill for the cool, cheap stuff? There was something about turning those rustic little pieces of junk into treasures that made you feel like dancin'.