Sep 2011
29

I Don’t Want to be Anne Geddes

Yeah so I haven’t written a post lately. Actually I need to be more accurate, I haven’t published a post lately. I have written a few that sat then died in my draft folder.

Why didn’t I publish them you ask?

Well the basic answer is… they were annoying.

After I wrote them I went back and I read them and they made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. You know when you find yourself that gross and annoying it is likely that you could cause a case of the full on heaves in a reader.

So I decided to remain silent because I think we can all agree that silent > than annoying.

I don’t mean to imply that my annoying-ness is a reflection of any discontent on my part. Quite the opposite actually. I am thoroughly content, happy and fulfilled and it is this contentment that makes me so annoying and barf worthy. I don’t know about you all, but I kinda can’t stand the whole:  I’m a mother and a housewife and I love everything my kids do, even their shit smells great and oh BTW me and my Crock-Pot are BFFs foreva and my life is all rainbows and puppy dogs and I am just so happppppy!!

I can’t stand it and yet I am kind of there right now (errrm except my kids’ shit does seriously stink and well, as far as my Crock-Pot goes it is a useful tool worthy of praise but is not yet my BFF).

I like to live by a simple policy: It is one thing to be living that but another to write about it and actually think that anyone gives a flying fuck about my suburban housewife existence.

You see, I don’t want to be Anne Geddes.

We have all looked at a baby and thought: Aaaawwwwhh that baby is so tiny and cute and looks just like a little bug or like a little pea in a pod or like it could be shoved in a boot and have a fake tail attached to it and it would look just like a little mouse… in a boot. How adorable and precious.

Let me stress these thoughts are all very normal and acceptable (perhaps not the mouse & boot part) but what is NOT acceptable is following through with these thoughts and creating the weirdness that is Anne Geddes. In other words, no one wants to read about how I got that stain out of my daughter’s shirt or the amazing floor cleaner I found the other day. Not that I have a problem with that type of blogging, but that is not what this blog is about.

What am I trying to say?

I am trying to tell you that I will write and I will publish that writing when I feel that it is worthy of your readership sans any nausea. So thanks for bearing with me in my drought. BTW, I hope I am not the only one that finds Anne Geddes work a bit weird?


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7 Responses to “I Don’t Want to be Anne Geddes”

  1. KellyP says:

    I don’t “get” Anne Geddes. I thought her work was cute for awhile but now I’m over it. And have been for a long time.

    That said, I’d love to hear how you managed to get some stains out (or rather tips for managing as a mum with a uni-tasking husband).

    Looking forward to more blogs soon…

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    modishmama Reply:

    Resolve for Stains. it’s toxic I swear but that shit works! I am super enviro but i had to weigh out which was worse, spraying and using a little resolve or throwing out clothing because it was stained beyond homeless person standards.

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  2. Simone says:

    Omg, Anne Geddes stuff just makes me feel weird!

    My best friend and I share a mutual phobia of all things Geddes. I remember years ago, I was seeing this guy who seemed to not share my phobia. I remember calling my best friend and having the following convo: “I found an Anne Geddes poster….in his bathroom” Deal-breaker!

    I can totally relate to what you’re getting at though. Sometimes I’ll write stuff or think about writing stuff and then never publish it because I don’t feel like it fits in with the overall voice of my blog. Like, posting an entire post about the designer rain boots & a bunch of silly events I go to would kind of make me feel like an asshole because I know that’s not really what readers come to my blog for. They can find that elsewhere. With that said, I actually wouldn’t mind hearing your house-keeping tips. I have a hard time keeping up with a 2bdrm apartment with no kids aka, I’m a bit of a disaster and would appreciate your nuggets of mommy wisdom.

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    modishmama Reply:

    lol… maybe I should share the boring mommy wisdom. I’ll make you a deal, If I can convey it in a way that does not make me barf, I promise I will!

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  3. Erin says:

    Bahahahaha !!! NICE post. I too struggle sometimes with blogging and am currently taking a little break, I guess. I’m with you…nobody cares to hear about the details of my kids 2yr checkup and what percentile he’s in, or about my meal plan for the week. Also nothing against people who do this…but sometimes the term “hubby” makes me want to puke a little, lol.

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    modishmama Reply:

    Totally. I say hubby sometimes and I cringe a little ;)

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  4. Michael says:

    Anne Geddes should not have her work on anyone’s wall except the kids who own the kids in the shots.

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