As a professional "mailer", if I said I didn't wait for the mail carrier to come every day, that would be lying. I have been known to stalk, track down and meet my mail at the door. The US Postal Service is my life line on long days of tantrums and PBS kids programming.
Every time you move houses, there is a significant lag in mail delivery. The post-relocation flow is one, maybe two pieces of mail per day; not enough to keep an addiction at bay. That was until yesterday. THEY HAVE FOUND ME! Like a marooned traveler out at sea, my new blonde mail-woman has thrown me a life line.
In individual slow motion the catalogs came tumbling out as I opened the tin door. Nothing could have been more satisfying in that moment. I retrieved them one by one from the ground. To the Pottery Barn, I made the "I love beautiful things" face, to Pottery Barn Kids, the "kids don't need designer room decor" face, to Athleta "I wish I were still an athlete" face, to Garnet Hill "this is more my speed, stretch jeans" face, and to Sundance, the crown jewel of my catalog addiction, "I'm home".
I could hardly sit still while putting Axel down for a nap. Missing a whole season of catalog meant two things. One, everything would be "all NEW". Two, the Spring collection pieces would already be clearancing on-line! The second his eyelids closed, I was balcony bound with catalogs in hand.
Worth mentioning is the JCrew catalog which is not pictured. I have learned from experience that JCrew needs to be put away immediately, temptations are to be avoided at all cost. A catalog photo shoot would only be the gateway excuse to excess spending.
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