Trends of the Times


I am a trend and pattern person. When I see several things grouped together I tend to see patterns and I wonder why that particular pattern happens and sometimes repeats. For instance, because of my great maturity, I have seen many clothing trends pass by and they tend to repeat. I have seen food trends as well. For a few years, eggs were bad, bad, bad. Then carrots, then sugar, then coffee, then whole milk, and seemingly most of the foods that taste good and yummy. But give it a few years and suddenly eggs are full of protein and a little cup of coffee in the mornings is actually beneficial to your health.

There are trends and patterns in all walks of life. Most couples live in cycles. Rich years are generally followed by poor years and then about the time the couple gets things worked out and are feeling rich again, something comes along and they are poor again. Relatively speaking. Families fight and families stick together in a continuous cycle. Church is in the cyclical pattern as well. Families flock to church and then something happens and they sit out for a bit until they decide it is time to get back in the flock.

The biggest pattern that governs our lives is nature. Currently, the trees are ending the beautiful fall foliage pattern. Soon, we will see symmetrical patterns in the snowflakes and a new season will be upon us. We live because of cyclical patterns in our world. Some are natural and some are created by people. While I don’t question the patterns created by The Creator, often the ones created by people can be dubious indeed.

Take, for instance, one of the newest trends in the magazine/Internet/blogging world. Excitedly, I tear the plastic from my new fall magazine to find it bursting with pumpkins, gourds, corn stalks, ribbons, berries, recipes, and the feature story. Ohhh…Instantly, I am deflated. For the past several months and even as long as a few years back, the trend has been to focus on what is called “Tiny Houses.”

tmthThe magazine(s) will feature a teeny, tiny house that is no bigger than a fancified camping trailer and then they make it seem like the ultimate home. There are refrigerators that look like they fold in half and at night when you are exhausted you get to climb a ladder to a loft that is smaller than a coffin. Sure they are cute, for about a minute. I, for one, would not like to have two square feet in which wash and dry the ninety-three loads of laundry I do each week. Maybe a little exaggeration, but seriously, if there is only a semi-oval table tacked to one wall of the kitchen, where will the kids do homework? And where will the clothes folding take place?

It is my belief that the “Tiny Houses” trend is highlighting a larger problem. No families. First of all, there is no place for children or children’s things. The ubiquitous “they” can create a cute corner, but in reality, kids take up space, lots of space. Think Football gear, tennis gear, skateboards, fishing rods, hunting gear, bicycles, canoes, kayaks, bows and arrows.

Families mean large, regular sized or super-sized washers and dryers. Even with a clothes line out back, a dryer is almost always included. Mini-fridge with teenagers? Forget it. The tiny houses are about the size of a pantry for a house full of teens. Teens would love the coffin loft because then they could lie in the bed and eat everything in the entire house without having to move a muscle. Maybe we should consider a set of tiny houses constructed in the backyard – one for each kid. Then a bonfire when they leave. Whoop!

The teens are not the only problem. Dads need LOTS of room to be dads. They need a barn/shop several times as large as the tiny house. They need to come home and bang and hammer and weld and saw and make things or fix things or take things apart. If we lived in a tiny house, my husband would have it torn down and rebuilt every weekend trying to make it more efficient. And I am positive that each rebuild would include more room.

As for moms, Tiny Houses would be easier to clean, but they might have to be parked on the back lawn of the local insane asylum. Seven hundred square feet in which to prepare supper, wash clothes, do the homework, bake the birthday cakes, fix the hurts, and listen to video games in the afternoons? I don’t think so.

Let’s be honest. There are much better trends. Cinnamon toast for supper comes to mind.

About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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