User blog comment:Soosieloo/Community decorating Tips, Advice, and Commiserations/@comment-5490093-20130216213803

The Sears catalog was one of those constants in my childhood. Everyone called it the Wish Book. At Christmastime, Mama would give it to my little brothers to use for their letters to Santa. I was much older than they, already married by that time. So, when I was younger, I had it all to myself for my imagination to take charge. I pestered Mama for envelopes so that I could organize my goodies (a librarian already in the making). It didn't matter that the scale didn't always match. What mattered was that my "babies" had the most beautifully appointed nurseries and wardrobes.


 * Sigh*  A much simpler time, it was.