So I noticed that Sainsburys are currently selling these little mini pumpkins called munchkins recently. At first I was desperate to chuck about six in the trolley (£1.50 for two, don’t you know?!). I’m a sucker for anything that’s been minaturised (or over-sized for that matter! I guess there is something about the novelty value…) But then I stood there for a while visualising the potential usage and I walked away.
In an ideal world I would have a home which has numerous delightfully uncluttered, chic and shiny surfaces just ripe for some kind of Pinterestable seasonal decorative display (try saying that without your false teeth in!). In reality? This is about the best it ever gets:
Now imagine a pile of lovingly arranged munchkin pumpkins balanced somewhere just behind Brewster and Wilson… and given the fact that my children see anything even vaguely spherical as a good opportunity for exercising their throwing arm, this has got to be a no-win situation… Or perhaps we could start up a new family tradition for October – something along the lines of the annual Tomatina tomato chucking festival in Spain only with small, hard orange missiles… I feel a trip to A&E coming on.
Frankly, anyone with young childen who manages to do the whole House Beautiful thing both impresses and frustrates me. Only yesterday my two year old decided to do some messy play which involved a cream sofa/black biro interface. (I know, I know, the mistaken furniture purchases we make in our care-free, child-free days!). So what do you do? Lock all the pens away or keep the child shackled? Maybe I should just empty out a cupboard, paint it white and use it as my ‘Pinterest’ space? No one would ever need to know that I am actually knee deep in emergency vehicles and brio train track…