I’m well aware that we live in a new DIY world, in which entrepreneurs of all ages abound. Thousands of “folks,” as our politicians like to call us, seem to have suddenly risen one morning with a new zeal to strike out on their own. Or, maybe they just remembered they were newly unemployed and could not find a coveted internship at Staple’s.
“Whatever,” as the younger folks say. Lately, our
postal delivery persons, no strangers themselves to red-ink economics, have
been delivering some new catalogues created by these new entrepreneurs. Here is
a small sampling:
LL Been: Ever wonder what happens to generations’ worth of really old stuff in the
attic and cellar ordered from the original L.L. Bean catalogue? We're talking
somewhat used, very used, and still in the box. Curious about what people did
with all those fuzzy slippers, flannel-lined bathing suits, and ice-tennis
racquet sets bought when they visited little Miranda or Boscoe at summer camps
near the Freeport ME L.L. Bean mother lode store? Wonder no more; someone
“curated” it all and is selling it back to us. Only in America, Folks.
Potty Barn: Yup. We also thought this was a printer's mistake;
however, just one look inside will tell you it's a whole new idea. We never
knew that there were so many with-it ways to do you know what, and these
vessels and spaces come in so many “now” colors. Dyson? You bet: talk about
your Whooosh! Yes, this collection covers in-house and great-grandma's old
standby, outhouse. There’s even a whole section for SUV’s. Imagine the next
time someone in the back seat exclaims, “But I gotta,” and you don’t even have
to stop! Since this is (or once was) a family newspaper we will spare you any
further details. Make sure you see the special "green" section, if
you dare.
J. Crudite': Now you can get your raw veggies in ways you never thought possible. Want
them in the shape of a fish, horse, sheep, triangles, circles, Mitt’s profile
(deeply discounted)? Get them here. Ever thought you'd be tempted to try turnip
ceviche? Well, turnips are the new black as far as raw veg is concerned.
You won't have to cut up your own anymore; just order from these guys. Did
someone say dip? Oh yeah, this is the Big Dipper of dip emporia: hummus from
all those countries requiring a zillion shots and 3-page visas to visit. By
Mail!
Lucky Genes: Well, not exactly lucky. These clever guys are talking about choosing
"your" child's gene pool and being able to have your him/her/it
bypass those nasty pre-K Mandarin or cello lessons. They claim to eliminate all
the guessing about your child's talents, tendencies, and, the one you really
care about, college entrance. They mention Einstein, Jobs, Marilyn Monroe, one
recent president (libel laws prevent us from naming living gene-iuses). Choose
famous genes from the Arts, Politics, Business, Hedge Funds. There’s a special
section for Reality TV Stars. Gives a whole new meaning to "Get lucky
tonight."
Irene's Basement: Remember last year’s hurricane, Irene? Maybe not, but, while we were busy
prepping for Sandy, these clever ones had already collected, dried (mostly),
and repaired thousands of pieces of perfectly fine stuff. One year later, it’s
all ready for prime time. Whatever Irene washed or
blew away, someone claimed it, and branded it. Now you can re-claim some of it at
great prices.
Victor's Secret: We can only say that this would have been much better kept
secret, especially since our mail now gets left out by the curb.
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