Fall is my favorite season and it’s here full force. I love the cooler weather, the colors of the season, comfort foods bubbling on the stove and of course, the fall holidays. I generally start decorating for Halloween on September 15th…for the children. It’s for the children!
I picked my costume early, then had the bright idea to create a thematic series of photos featuring it. I call them my Bad Maid photographs. They crack me up because the remind me of my youth.
My mom worked full time. She was a chemist and very active in the community so she was quite busy. She relied on my sister and I to do our share of the housework. Sadly, as a teenager I wasn’t the best cleaner in the world. As a matter of fact, it would be accurate to say I was often quite lazy. I rarely did an excellent job, so the Bad Maid is, in an amusing way a real reflection of myself during those years. When it was my turn to clean, I’d always do the vacuuming correctly (but I wouldn’t move the furniture to get underneath it) since you could see clear evidence if I did a shoddy job. I knew my mom would know if I didn’t do that job reasonably well. I couldn’t hide it. However, when it came to dusting, I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t lift a finger. I’d wait until right before my mom came home and spray Lemon Pledge into the air so it would smell like I’d actually done some work.
I’m sorry now that I wasn’t more helpful at that time in my life. Believe me, I bet my mom laughs from above when she sees me fussing at my boys for things like dumping dirt out of their shoes in the downstairs hallway (and then leaving the shoes there so I trip over them), tracking mud through my freshly mopped kitchen or finding a giant bucket full of little yellow BB’s spilled all over the carpet.
In the spirit of Halloween, and my misspent youth, I present the first of the Bad Maid photos.