The catalogs in our house multiply by the day. I almost dread going to the mailbox, as it’s typically crammed with them.
It seems as though I am greeted by a new Pottery Barn, Pottery Barn Kids, Pottery Barn Bath, Pottery Barn Outdoor Spaces, and Pottery Barn Teen, every week. (Restoration Hardware and Crate and Barrel aren’t much better.)
I spend entirely too much time digging through our magazine rack, fishing out the old catalogs, and replacing them with the new.
This week, we had some unexpected fun before I put the catalogs in the recycling bin.
It all started when Matthew pulled one out of the magazine rack and ripped it. Katie, who is a big fan of keeping order and following the rules, was shocked. So Craig passed her a catalog, which ultimately resulted in this…
We all laughed until we were teary.
We had 15 minutes of absolutely free, silly fun! Katie is still asking when we can do it again and Matthew now giggles whenever he sees a catalog.
I hope to always remember just how gleeful they were in that moment.
*Okay, Pottery Barn, you know I love you. I think we’ve proven that by giving you far too much of our money than I care to admit. But, I have a suggestion, how ’bout just sending me one catalog, you know, a nice consolidated one? Please?
**If you’d like to read a truly witty piece about catalogs, head over and read my friend Lori’s post, A Polite Request.