When I Was Their Age

When I was 8 and 9 and 10 I remember sitting on the floor of my grandmothers house and flipping through the pages of the Sears Toy Catalog with tiney bits of drool dripping off of my chin.

My sister is 4 years youngers than me and we would flip through each page with greedy anticipation of Santa bringing us our hearts desire which would have been THE ENTIRE SEARS TOY CATALOG except for the stinking, icky, cucky boys toys. We eagerly flipped through that section quickly.

That catalog provided hours, no days, no weeks of entertainment for my sister and I. We imagined owning the Barbie Dreamhouse, Barbie Airplane, Barbie Convertibles and whatever else Mattel had for Barbies ... not to mention the dolls themselves. Oh and I loved Crissy dolls. Do you remember Crissy?

How about the Tiffany Taylor Doll? That one I had to look up ... I knew it was Taylor but couldn't remember the Tiffany part so I imagine she was a casual fancy. Crissy was never casual. EVER. It was the red hair. That red hair and stunning disco attire that kept me loving her for years and years. I bought a couple of Crissy dolls on eBay for my girls. They love her too. She is still their favorites even thou I have purchased many other updated dolls. They love their Crissy doll most of all.

Funny, huh?

I've digressed because now I have to tell you that my girls are not much interested in toys. How does this happen? They honestly do not want much in the way of toys. My girlys are 7 & 8 and they do not want toys. It is amazing to me.

The other day we got the Justice catalog in the mail and my girls spent hundreds and thousands of dollars on clothes and bags and shoes ... BLAH!

Yesterday someone dropped off an Avon catalog. My girl sat on the couch for hours circling and marking each page with hopeful anticipation that Santa would deliver her hearts desire ... everything from the A-V-O-N catalog.

AVON?

A V O N?

Really? I don't get it?

I just don't get it.

Does Santa have a Avon representative?

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.