Sometimes I wonder if Disney markets to the little child that lives in every adult. The Toy Story trilogy is a perfect example. How many adults do you know (yourself included) that cried after watching Toy Story 3? And those $40-60 Toy Story figures – are they for the kids to play with, or the adults to collect?
In our house, we have a collection of “Take ‘N Play” magnetic Thomas & Friends trains, an entire tub full of them. It started because Lizzie loved them and at $3-7 each they were an affordable reward to give her for happy trips to the dentist. Then somebody opened the advetorial insert that came with one of the trains and I overheard this:
“Oh Lizzie! They make Hiro, we don’t have Hiro yet. OH! Emily! We need Emily, and Percy.”
Thanks, Fisher Price. Now we have a collection. And sometimes I wonder if it is Lizzie that needs them.
I am not immune to collecting things, either. When I was young I used to collect teddy bears, although that has quietly ended. My obsession is cloth diapers. I currently have enough to go 2-3 days between washings, but is that enough? Nope! If I see a new print, I just have to have it!
And then you have the collections you did not mean to start collecting. I’m talking about the family, friends and co-workers that “heard” you collect frogs, pigs or roosters and now you house/office is full of such items. My mother in law is a prime example. She bought a ceramic painted rooster and then her “loving” family bought her rooster towels, calendars, frames, and she was laughing so hard!