A Blogger-Exposed

I really appreciated Wednesday's post by Jen from Denton Sanitorium.  She was concerned over a commenter who mentioned she had the perfect life.

As a result Jen decided to take her reader's through her day, the good the bad and the ugly.  She is one lady who always keeps things real.

I too have had similar comments, such as:  "It always looks like your family is having so much fun."  "Everything looks so happy."  and "Your pictures and home always look so bright and cheery."

After Jen sent out a challenge to her readers to keep it real (you can read the other entries HERE), I'm afraid I felt the need to expose a dirty little secret. As a Blogger, I've realized I am no better than magazines in which celebrities are smoothed and cinched until they look twenty years younger than they really are.  The same magazines that leave me wondering why I am unable to look like they do?

It's true.  We bloggers edit our days.  We show only those things we want you to see.  Our pictures are brightened and prepped and words are happy and funny and chosen with care.

While I do not have a day to show you like Jen did... I do have a behind the scenes expose of a blogging moment that occurred in our house a few days back.

It all began with a bag of cocoa Rice Krispie Squares.

As I was trying to sneak close the bag of treats, my youngest caught asked me if I was going to write a blog post about the squares she had helped to make earlier in the day.

I said of course I could, and tried to take a few more pictures, but I quickly realized these shots would just not do.
I had a reputation to uphold.
Bungalow'56 Rice Krispie Squares would never be hanging out in a Ziploc bag!?
Oh no, that wouldn't possibly be how things were done around here.

So instead, I quickly found Nana's old cut glass platter, and we gave that a try.

But it just wasn't quite up to Bungalow standards.  

Too much of the same colour.  

A caramel cluster of mediocrity.

It was all just a little too bland.  

We tried a few more angles but somehow I knew it could be better.
So I sent my youngest to the closet for some much needed pizzaz.
I asked her to go and find the yellow polka dotted pillow case.

Yes thats right... pillow case.  

I mean really? who would ever know?  

Not my readers. 

Instead, they would be imagining this was a beautifully ironed bright yellow polka dotted table cloth.  

As they read my words they would wonder where I would have found something so kitschy yet chic.  

In fact they probably would assume I, like most bloggers,  likely whipped it up on my sewing machine while waxing my floors just minutes before we made the squares. 

I would make some funny remark about how this is the extent of haute cuisine in our house. 

And that with the addition of the skittles (by my daughters request), the ordinary had become... extraordinary.

And you would believe me... because...

I had the pictures to prove it.

You would marvel at the wonderful connection my daughter and I had made over a beautiful platter of skittle rice krispie squares, and leave my post, smiling to yourself at the happy bright world you were able to visit at Bungalow'56.  (You would also be out of breath due to the amazingly long run on sentences I often choose to use : )

You might even find yourself wistfully looking over at your table, wondering why you didn't serve your kids their special treats in such a special way.

Not ever knowing that I returned the treats to their original home and placed the platter in the dishwasher as soon as, click, the last photo was taken. 

I'm so very sorry, if I've misled you.
But since I'm coming clean, you should also know that I felt so bad about my deception, I managed to eat, without the help of my family, the rest of those Rice Krispie Treats.
But that my friends is a blog story for another time.

I thank Jen for inspiring me to make Today... the day I set the record straight.
Bungalow'56 truly is a messy life,  and I'm happy to be living it.

Exposing my blogging this way was, freeing and exhilirating.
But tomorrow, I'm afraid, I will be back my to my wily ways.
You see? I much prefer the magician who doesn't give away his tricks.
At least,  not all of the time anyway : )

     xoxo

Linking up with Jenny Matlock's Alphabe Thursday.