Yesterday, my mailbox was full to the point of exploding. Thankfully, it wasn’t bills. Some charity donation requests, but what was filling the mailbox were all the catalogs. Some of them were catalogs I expected – those from stores that I have ordered from in the past. Some were just completely random though. I can’t imagine what I did to get myself on a catalog for fantasy lawn ornaments, for example. I don’t even have a lawn!
I do like catalogs though. Sometimes it’s nice to page through a catalog to see what a store has to offer. Much easier than browsing a website, where maybe you will only search for items you think you might want. In a catalog, you might see the perfect pair of pants in a category you would have never searched in. Of course, I never order from the catalog and either go to the website or the store. But I know a lot of people do still order from catalogs.
I miss the days when we would get the giant Sears Wishbook would show up and my siblings and I would fight to see who would get to look at it first. The toys in there were so amazing. There was always some sort of giant tent or playhouse, something so big that we had no chance of ever finding it under our tree, but it was fun to dream. I love looking at old Wishbooks and seeing what was hot that year. Catalogs just aren’t the same anymore.
