Now, no judging! I freely admit we’re hooked on old Westerns. They’re short. There’s always a clear cut protagonist, with good versus evil blatantly discernible. We honestly don’t mind black and white television. At the inception of our nation we were blessed with colorful moral giants like Washington and Madison. Now heroes pale in comparison. Our world seems turned inside out.
And watching them, I can’t help but notice how spoiled we are as a nation, how spoiled I am. My grandparents and great grandparents all lived simple lives. And me? I live amid time-saving gadgets galore, with more furniture and comfort than any generation before me. Do I appreciate it or take it for granted? You know, since I happen to be writing this piece, that I favor counting my blessings. I love our comparatively simple home, deficient closets and pea-sized kitchen notwithstanding. But I’m a simple person. I mean, I go bananas over all the new Posh.
I’m addicted to the colorful packaging, the delightful scents, the cute verbiage. The re-emergence of the Beach Blanket BFYHC is something the Posh girls campaigned for, because we love that coco-nutty scent. The new snarky, packed with bits of loofah, tickles my fancy. And the new scrub! I’m in heaven!
My mom loved to tell the story of me running through the house, clamoring to see “Quiet Earth.” No one knew what I was talking about, until Hugh O’Brien appeared on the screen one day. Yeah, I love simpler times, and I love the idea of simplicity…but I live in the 21st century, and I need my Posh! You know what? Quiet Earth was something of a ladies’ man, and I think he’d have liked it too! You can find it on my site. Go to www.madaboutposh.com and click on hand creme.