The Mushroom Reveal

When I said it was a sickness, I wasn't joking. I am sick. I am sick with the need to round up all the small, red-capped, flecked mushrooms of the world into my posession. There will be no rest for the weary. I am on a mission.

  When I said that once you take notice of mushrooms, you will begin to see them everywhere you look, it was yet another indication of my affliction.

 

Signs of my mushroom sickness include  finding myself stalking the German Christmas markets like a junkie, in the hopes of finding yet another wooden mushroom. Like any true addict, I need my next fix.

 

With sweaty palms and a slight, barely noticable tick, I make my way from vendor to vendor. I am not picky. If it has a red cap and white polka-dots, I am smitten.

 

How do I explain this obsession? I believe it stems from my early childhood. We had this salt and pepper set on the table every day:

 

Like any healthy adult, I blame my mother. She is the one who passed on the mushroom disease to me.

 

It's embedded somewhere in my DNA. I am helpless when hearing its siren call.

Mushrooms of the world, be warned. I will come for you. Wherever you are.

You will be mine.

Comments

[mary]

They are very cute I have to say.

And I would definitely blame your mother!

[Amelia]

So cute! But all I see are things that need to be dusted.
I also blame my mother.
And I am so jealous that you get to enjoy the Christmas markets!

A

[The Coffee Lady]

Tell you what's freaky? The Littlest Latte has been looking at this over my shoulder (we are both at home ill). She got to the last photo and said "Mummy, it's a picture of you."

[Beth]

There's a fungus among us.

[Green Girl in Wisconsin]

It "stems" from your childhood. I think you're "capping" it off quite well as an adult.

[Smalltown Mom]

Now I have to put the tiny mushrooms on my tree, in your honor.

[Paola]

So, just red with white polka dots? No brown mushroom or green ones?
mmmmh, a case study.

[Laura]

They are all so charming!!

[AliceC]

I like the way that Tex has agreed to dress like a mushroom too.

[Emma]

They look like fun-guys to be with. I'm so sorry, I was sent here by Alice and look what I did. An appalling joke. Still, consider it a cracker joke from me. Merry Christmas! Don't understand the mushroom compulsion but then I have a thing for knitted bears. Dog-eared, sad, limbless, they come home. It's woollen outreach.