Something strange has happened to me.
Five years ago I definitely would not have laid eyes on a white ceramic bowl with black polka dots and a black cat centerpiece and thought I must have that bowl or all hell will break loose in this store.
Instead I would have snickered and wondered what kind of bizarre world a person must live in where that kind of thing would be desirable.
But here it is, on my table, along with orange napkins and mini pumpkin arrangements.
So what the hell happened?
Lately, and especially now that my toddler is aware of holidays and events, I've been filled with an urge to embrace seasonal paraphernalia.
When I was pregnant I saw this cookie jar in a kitchen store and thought that will be a perfect cookie jar that my kids will grow up to remember as the cookie jar that was always filled with delicious baked treats. It's Yellow and red, for god sake. And, again with the polka dots.
Five years ago my idea of decorating for Halloween would have involved an orange martini. Now it's kid-friendly painted wooden ornaments perched in random corners of the house.
And wooden vegetables in baskets. I repeat: wooden vegetables.
Cupcakes. That I made. It's a miracle with frosting and jelly beans.
And witch silhouettes. That I downloaded from the Martha Stewart web site and cut out by hand.
And, worst of all, don't laugh - an inflatable spider.
It's all for the kids, I swear!
I don't know how, or when it happened. But somewhere in between thinking about babies and becoming an seasoned mother of two, I became a suburban person with Christmas hand towels and dishcloths.