Catalogues

Catalogues.

Am I the only one who feels this way?  I love catalogues, I always have. Even though I grew up in the city we used to get the Sears catalogue, goodness I enjoyed going through that.  Then there is the Ikea catalogue, an LLBean catalogue came through the door, goodness knows how that happened.

Marine catalogues, what a joy, especially the more esoteric ones.  We have a catalogue on the boat from a company that makes fasteners, you know, carriage bolts, machine screws, silicon bronze, brass, 16/10 stainless steel....I am a font of infrequently discovered atypical in a woman information.  It was a great catalogue.  Marine plumbing, you name it, I love it.

I am so glad that I don't get catalogues from art supply companies, and book catalogues, never seen one.  I even like going through the catalogues for teacher's books and those are pretty darned dry if you ask me.

There is something about it, for me anyway, the sense of potential, what could be, yet still a sense of mystery because you cannot actually handle the items, so you don't notice their flaws, there is that delightful feeling that everything in the book is wonderful.

Of course one must be realistic once it comes time to order, yet....there is that time when it all seems so grand.

On line, somehow it isn't quite the same, something about having the book in your had lends to the magic of it all...

Another time I'll tell you about the Fuller brush man who used to come to our house.  He had the neatest box full of tidily tucked away treasures.

Another time.