The Froth

I have got a problem. My problem is twofold. The fist part of my problem is that I am obnoxious, therefore things that should not really annoy me, do. Like things that make everybody else happy.
The second part of my problem is with the word “nesting”. I dislike this word unless it concerns birds.
But I have to go back to the first part of my problem, the obnoxiousness. It’s not that I do not like the trend of going back to the hearth, back to the small things. I do and I think it is necessary. To me it is necessary to start making things instead of buying all the time, and it is time for the Home Arts to reclaim their prestigious place. I admire homemakers and I consider myself an apprentice in the homemaking science.
But it bugs me that people can easily be enclosed in that and be consumed by that. I like my little world because it is a part of the big world. I wouldn’t like it if it was just made of handmade cards and apple pies.
I understand why it is so. Everything else is so ugly; the credit crunch, the environment, the war. The home is a comfort. Having a nice cupboard with your dotted pink cups and jugs is so comforting. You stare at them in the morning and your world feels intact. But it isn’t of course. There is still a war raging in spite of the pretty shabby chic cupboard, and you still make less money than you need to get by and you still don’t feel safe out on the streets.
I don’t have a solution to offer, just a comment at this point. I have just made it to this step and I have not gone one step further yet. It is a waste to be constantly looking at the big picture and not be touched by the tiny things that make us human, but I think it is wrong to be endlessly looking at the small picture too.
But as I said, a big part of this is because I am obnoxious, and too much joy and giggling over felt animals annoys me.  Because if I wasn’t, I’d have reached a conclusion as to what we should be doing instead. It’s just a feeling now. So there.