"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A whole new world

There's a whole world out there to which I was never privy until today. Operative word being privy. Or privvy. The Christmas Tree Shoppe. Being that I decided to host and decorate this year it means I have to host and decorate. Which means shopping. Buying shit. Which I HATE. For some yet to be discovered reason my psyche morphs every purchase I even consider making into a the existence of the planet hangs in the balance decision.

Where was it manufactured. Child labor. Sweatshops. Decapitated mountain tops. Fossil fuel. Run-off. Plastic. Footprint. Big. Fucking. Footprint.

I know. A little obsessive.

Ty was up pooping all night so he stayed home with me today. Apparently he knows all about The Christmas Tree Shoppe. They don't just have Christmas stuff, Mom. They have things like Halloween costumes. And deodorant.


Thru the automatic doors and I'm in a gigantic dollar store. A huge store full of crappy crap. How is it possible that I can feel so guilty about buying individually wrapped cheese sticks and cereal bars when there are huge warehouses like this filled to the brim with crap. Junk. Crappy ugly junk. Made in China junk. Floor to ceiling displays of junk.

So much stuff.

Even Ty was like Mom, why would anyone need so many cough drops? Or oven mitts?

And long lines of really miserable looking people. How could one be in that kind of place and NOT look miserable? I'm sure I looked just as miserable as all the other folks on line with their HO HO HO battery operated Santas. I know Ty did.

They didn't even have good holiday lights. Which is what we came for. Being that this is the first year I'm decorating the outside of my house, I need lights. So I can create a fucking winter wonderland. No good lights. No good wreathes. No good holiday cheer. Just a lot of deodorant. And cough drops.


When we left The Christmas Tree Shoppe, Ty just looked at me. Mom, that was terrible. That was awful. I hate shopping.

I still need lights. And presents. Cause between the snow day and the poop day, my shopping days were a bust.

OK. Deep breath. There are still 14 days left.


  1. We have a Mardi Gras store here that's very similar. Floor to ceiling trinkets. Ugh.

  2. I don't live in the States, but I still know what you need: I have heard of the magical place called Target. That is what you need.

  3. Michelle- This reminds me of walking on the "other side" of the island on Cozumel. There is so much plastic and I know it comes from cruise ships and hell, I have no idea but there it is. Plastic. Crap.
    Our planet is going to be buried in crap. In meaningless shit. At me my most despairing moments I believe this. And yet- what can we do?

  4. I hate, hate, hate the toy aisle at any drug store, because I picture the labor (most likely child)used to create complete and utter shit.


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