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Recently, my Sundance catalog came in the mail. I think I have “read” it at least five times now. I have a gift card to spend. So, I dog-ear pages. I visit and re-visit my faves. But I don’t make a decision. Instead, my mind is too busy drifting to memories of the roles catalogs have played in my life.
As children, one of the many strange activities that kept my sister and I busy for hours involved those great big Sears and JC Penney catalogs. You know, the ones you could pile up and use as a booster seat in a pinch (back in the day).
We used to spend hours, even over several days, searching through those catalogs and cutting out representations of our fantasies for the future. My future self was always played by Cheryl Tiegs. I picked out other catalog models to play my children and husband.
Once our families were established, we would continue the game by choosing the clothes, the furniture, and the decorations we would need to create a fulfilling future life for our catalog selves.
This might seem like an odd obsession for two young girls, but you see, this obsession was in our blood.
As a teenager, I remember my father sitting down at the kitchen table once a week to read his magazines, which translates to flip through catalogs in English. We used to tease him for calling the embarrassingly tall stack of catalogs his magazines. We coined the term catazines just for him.
Tonight I take one last flip through my Sundance catazine and narrow it down to two choices. Which item would Cheryl Tiegs purchase? I need only answer that question to know what the appropriate choice for me is. After all, I am now that future self I dreamt about for all those years—I am Cheryl Tiegs*!
*just kidding, I am not Cheryl Tiegs, nor am I the Celebrity Apprentice