Most of the time I really enjoy the internet. But I think I am much more susceptible to the advertising on the internet than I am in any other format. I guess because it's such perfect niche marketing. All the websites I frequent are like one big advertisement for my hobbies and interests and lifestyle (and fantasy lifestyle--much more insidous). Mothering.com with the natural toys, cloth diapers and slings, ravelry with the yarn and patterns, flickr with, well, just about everything. All the blogs that I read make a point of sharing their 'amazing finds' on the internet and usually justify the blatant consumerism and marketing on their personal blogs by making it about supporting craftspeople or worthy causes. Which I can totally get suckered by--even when it really is just about getting and spending, just like Wal-Mart and the mall.
I'm reading this book called 'Born to Buy' (recommended by my very insightful friends Christine and Kevin) which is about the effects of consumer culture on children (can you guess--not good). So I've been a little more aware of my own relationship to acquiring and have noticed that the internet is really the most dangerous place for me (followed closely by any children's book store, fabric store, yarn store or Target). I'm trying to focus more on our experiences this summer, than on acquisitions. And I think I might ask Al to move the computer to the basement, because I am weak. Very weak.
I finally tidied up Claudia's room and took some pictures of her new (not so new anymore) set-up. The curtains turned out well, though not as light-blocking as I had hoped. If it looks as though I wouldn't be able to open the closets on either side of the crib, well, you're right. I can't.