With everything becoming an online experience catalogs arriving in the mail will soon be a thing of the past. I will miss them.
Remember the days when autumn meant an influx of paper wish-books? Each day would bring a new selection of shop-at-home opportunities: Cookware, clothing, music, gift items of every description. I always had a stack at hand for the odd few moments when there was not enough time to read a chapter in my current book. Paging through a catalog was a chance to be a millionaire, at least for a little while. I’d happily fantasize, selecting surprise gifts for family and friends, things I could not afford but that I knew would delight.
Not that many catalogs arrive any more. Like everybody else when I want an item I head to my computer and shop online. It is easier and faster and allows many, many more choices. But it isn’t quite as much fun and, unhappily for my budget, encourages much more impulse buying.
Yesterday I returned to the good old days though. The Acorn catalog arrived and I settled down for a a pleasant wish-a-thon. That catalog is filled with DVD collections of shows from PBS and BBC. In my imagination I filled my video shelves with The Mikado by the D’Oyly Carte Opera Company and series like Inspector Lewis, Miss Marple, and New Tricks. I “bought” gifts for friends and various art and knick-knacks for everybody. Sigh.
My credit cards and checkbook still intact, I reluctantly consign the catalog to a recycle bin. Temptation has been resisted. For now.