If you're okapi and you know it
WARNING: This will be a long commentary vaguely resembling that potpie in the oven when you realized your heating element bit the dust.
okapi fell on my head. This okapi is losing its fuzz, so I'm not going to save it with the Fisher Price Zoo for posterity. And, FYI, this is how you pronounce okapi.
Here are the baby things I saved for Mr. Speech and Debate. The tiny yellow Speedo will fit in a standard size mailing envelope. The hoodie will be right in style. There's a beautiful white blanket knit by one of my aunts that I will mail along with the fashions.
Why would anyone want to do that? I guess the Progressive ads are successful since they are burned on my retinas, but they never make sense.
In that same catalog I caught my breath on the page with the rope chair in the background. What rope chair? The same rope chair in the background of a hundred photos of my young sons.
Everything old is new again!
On the left, a deedly dumpling Danger Baby, winter '85-'86. On the right, Lands' End crop leggings with the chair. We got the rope chair in 1980, and had it at least a dozen years, along with a matching ottoman and rocking chair. That takes my family through the births of three sons and moves to five houses.
No matter how you search, you will not find this Lyle the Crocodile Halloween costume/fleece jammie suit in the Lands' End catalog. It is modeled by Mr. Speech and Debate in 1984.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder