I am drowning in toy catalogs. Someone, somewhere in the universe has used sophisticated software to determine my age. They’ve connected this information up with my name and address. And now they’ve chosen the drop-down choice, undoubtedly labeled: kid. I highly suspect Pottery Barn as the evil creator and commercial beneficiary of selling my hard earned demographic data.
The only thing their little databases haven’t yet discovered is the gender of my child. I know this because we’ve received countless catalogs filled with an unbelievable variety of light pink, dark pink, hot pink, fuschia, and purple clad baby dolls. For the record, I’m currently in the market for a baby doll for one soon-to-be big brother, but shhhhh, they don’t know that… yet.
On Tuesday morning, Jakey and I had the most amazing breakfast while perusing the American Girl catalog–Follow Your Inner Star. It’s filled with all sorts of great vocabulary and to my astonishment, it is the epitome of little girl heaven. Yes, that’s probably where their tagline comes from: Follow Your Inner Star, Straight to Little Girl Heaven (and Parental Dollbaby Purchasing Bankruptcy). Honestly, you have got to get your hands on this catalog. And I most certainly have to get rid of mine.
You can get a headgear for your doll. A headgear. They have little pets for your dolly like a kitty cat in a carrier with a mini fold-up travel bowl. Teeny tiny soccer cleats, shinguards and matching hair ties (swoon). Crutches. Crutches!
But what sent me into pure dollbaby envy? “Julie’s Fondue Set, $68.” An actual fondue set that looks like it came from Williams-Sonoma with mini skewered fruit.
This catalog makes my Cabbage Patch Kid look like something I made out of cornhusks and rubberbands.
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