Signs of my own personal apocalypse
You know those catalog people who hunt you down and send you endless supplies of Victoria’s Secret and Oriental Trading Company glossies mere minutes after you move into a new place? They are psychic, I swear. I always kinda knew this, because of the fact that it only took a few days to start getting craptons of mags at any new residence I moved into. But apparently, they also know when you get knocked up.
A few weeks after our first prenatal appointment, I started receiving Lilian Vernon and Little Explorers and Pottery Barn Kids. This was OK. Pottery Barn Kids has some damn cute stuff. (Not that we can afford any of it, but still…) But over the weekend, I got my first copy of Coldwater Creek.
I double checked the mailing label to see if maybe it came to, I hoped, “Resident.” No such luck. It came addressed directly to me.
So I guess I’ve gone from the Vicky’s Secret and J Crew demographic to the Land’s End Kids and Coldwater Creek phase of life. Kill me now.
August 11th, 2008 at 3:34 pm
If I find you at a J.Jill, I will slowly, politely but firmly escort you out of the building.