Fio is endlessly fascinated by the constant stream of slick-paper catalogs that stuff the mailbox every day. Not fascinated by what's IN the catalogs, but by the fact that they actually exist, and apparently prosper.
When Fio was a child, her mother bought a lot of things by mail--the Sears, Roebuck catalog, to be exact. Everyone did. Then the malls proliferated and the catalogs died. Now it's mail-order again, and we all do a lot of ordering on-line.
What's old is new, and what's new is old. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Showing posts with label catalogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label catalogs. Show all posts
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Heavy Mail
Just twelve Christmas catalogs yesterday? What's wrong with us?
Fio remembers when the only holiday catalog she received was from Sears. Now it seems that everyone and their dog is sending one out. In fact, she recently received one that catered only to dogs. Fio would like to see that order placed.
What she really can't understand is how the postal service is going broke. Sure, no one writes personal letter anymore, but the postage on all those catalogs should have taken up the slack and then some.
Fio remembers when the only holiday catalog she received was from Sears. Now it seems that everyone and their dog is sending one out. In fact, she recently received one that catered only to dogs. Fio would like to see that order placed.
What she really can't understand is how the postal service is going broke. Sure, no one writes personal letter anymore, but the postage on all those catalogs should have taken up the slack and then some.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Recycling
In the olden days, Fiorella's thrifty mother did a lot of mail-order shopping from Sears, Roebuck. Just before Christmas, several big, bulky packages would arrive which Brother and Fio were not allowed to see unwrapped.
Then Sears built a store in town and there were no more mail orders. In fact, catalog sales were dying out all over the country.
Only to rise again. But the catalogs are different now because ours is an age of excess. Clothes and shoes and books don't do for gifts these days because we are all well-stocked. Which means we must now peruse specialty catalogs for the new, the different, the unusual--the useless.
Uhm--Brother, whatever happened to that giant inflated version of Munch's "The Scream" that Fio gave you a couple of years ago?
Then Sears built a store in town and there were no more mail orders. In fact, catalog sales were dying out all over the country.
Only to rise again. But the catalogs are different now because ours is an age of excess. Clothes and shoes and books don't do for gifts these days because we are all well-stocked. Which means we must now peruse specialty catalogs for the new, the different, the unusual--the useless.
Uhm--Brother, whatever happened to that giant inflated version of Munch's "The Scream" that Fio gave you a couple of years ago?
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