A friend recently commented that she hoped that a gift she had given me might seem a bit "kitschy". I said, "I love kitsch!" I told her that I am chided regularly in my family for overusing the word tacky; I now use kitschy rather than "tacky". To let me know that I had used the word tacky once too often, my late, beloved, sister-in-law would imitate my pronunciation, and her version would come out with an elongated "a", as: "T-A-A-ACKY". Once, when another family member suggested that I should get some white, wicker furniture for the back yard, I said it would be tacky. A chorus of "T-A-A-A-A-CKY", from all assembled, greeted that usage.
A snooty acquaintance once lectured to me, "One must be careful not to be considered too kitschy in decorating." [I dislike such supercilious, passive-aggressive behavior; instead of saying ONE, I would hope that ONE would have the temerity to say YOU rather than ONE!] I answered, "If by saying ONE, you mean that I am kitschy, I readily admit that I am, and I do NOT have to be careful, but I think I'm more NAFF than kitschy!" [Did I mention that I like to use words like "naff" with pretentious people because I think they won't know the word? Speaking of passive-aggressive behavior? Hmmm? Time for some introspection, Sue?]
When we moved here, one of my brothers asked if I were going to put a "CEMENT POND" in the back yard. I'm embarrassed to admit that I grasped that Beverly Hillbillies reference. Hey, you can take the girl out of the country, but.........!
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