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Feb. 15th, 2019 06:09 pmI'm always fascinated by like, aspirational middle class shit as seen through commercials
like there was a febreeze commercial and it's like, all these soft things in your house hold in the odor! How awful! your house is absolutely sterile otherwise so it must be that!
I'm like, I'm staring at a giant hole in my parents ceiling right now because the plumbing was leaking all over. It's definitely the 25 year old couch causing smell issues that I'm really concerned about.
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Date: 2019-02-16 01:45 pm (UTC)Even at the farm, Annie still shops like that too, even though the Market 32 on Hoosic St. is ten minutes away at most, and Stewarts is within walking distance.
We had all hand-me-down clothes too, and I didn't learn how to buy clothes for myself until I was well out of college; the whole idea that you could choose clothes, entirely, instead of just wearing whatever you were given or found?? Nutty! So I still hoard clothing and can't stop. And I also hoard money all weirdly, the only reason I handle it at all well is that I just turned over all of it to Dude and he makes sure the bills get paid.
Since I went away to college Mom and Dad have had the time and money to nice-up the house I was born in so much-- the back porch that used to be a mudroom has a woodstove now, and nice linoleum and painted walls and insulated storm windows. The cracked linoleum in the kitchen is hardwood now with a tile entryway and tile backsplash behind the kitchen. The grubby wall-to-wall carpeting in the living room has been replaced with fairly expensive area rugs. There's no more unpainted drywall, or bare studs where we didn't get around to drywall yet; my old bedroom is no longer off an unheated hallway. It's suuuuuper middle-class now, because they had decent pensions and they're getting them now.
The basement is still incredibly creepy, though-- it floods in spring, and frogs live in the rock walls. The entire idea of a finished nice basement is totally foreign to me.