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A collector's foray into raging capitalism
May. 7th, 2008 07:33 pmI think everyone who knows me knows I'm a very serious Barbie doll collector. That being the case, I think these next three words will paint a very vivid picture in eveyrone's mind: MATTEL. OUTLET. STORE.
In case it doesn't however, let me elaborate. I found the place fifteen minutes before they closed, walked up to the aisle where all the high-end collector dolls were, whispered something to the effect of "Sweet Jesus, it's the mother lode" and then proceeded to buy everything I saw. In short, a more shocking display of bare-faced consumerist avarice was never before witnessed by human eyes. But I've had dreams like that since I was a little girl: walking into an unassuming warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and finding all the most gorgeous, expensive dolls I could previously only wish for all laid out before me at half, or less than half, of their retail price. And my mother was with me, goading me on with her gold credit card; if it hadn't been for her I think I might have gotten away with only buying two or three, instead of seven. So now I owe her a lot of money. And there are no returns. When I woke up the morning after, I half hoped it had been another dream, but then I saw the bags on the floor, and choked a little. It's still quite overwhelming. On the one hand, I can't believe how shamelessly little will-power I had, but on the other hand, it was a unique circumstance unlike any I'd faced before, and now that I've experienced the dream come true, maybe I've finally purged it from my system. And, when it comes down to it, I did get some seriously awesome dolls.
( The list of doom: )
But the worst part of all this is, they're having a blowout sale at the end of the month. Tell me not to go. Please, someone tell me not to go!!!!
In case it doesn't however, let me elaborate. I found the place fifteen minutes before they closed, walked up to the aisle where all the high-end collector dolls were, whispered something to the effect of "Sweet Jesus, it's the mother lode" and then proceeded to buy everything I saw. In short, a more shocking display of bare-faced consumerist avarice was never before witnessed by human eyes. But I've had dreams like that since I was a little girl: walking into an unassuming warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and finding all the most gorgeous, expensive dolls I could previously only wish for all laid out before me at half, or less than half, of their retail price. And my mother was with me, goading me on with her gold credit card; if it hadn't been for her I think I might have gotten away with only buying two or three, instead of seven. So now I owe her a lot of money. And there are no returns. When I woke up the morning after, I half hoped it had been another dream, but then I saw the bags on the floor, and choked a little. It's still quite overwhelming. On the one hand, I can't believe how shamelessly little will-power I had, but on the other hand, it was a unique circumstance unlike any I'd faced before, and now that I've experienced the dream come true, maybe I've finally purged it from my system. And, when it comes down to it, I did get some seriously awesome dolls.
( The list of doom: )
But the worst part of all this is, they're having a blowout sale at the end of the month. Tell me not to go. Please, someone tell me not to go!!!!
