it's been awhile since a Sears catalog has graced my coffee table. but as a little girl, flipping through the new catalogs that arrived each season was a highlight. oddly, i remember it so well. even the smell of the pages as i turned them (i'm a weirdo. just say it). i loved looking at the girl's clothes, the summer bathing suits, the formal dresses, the furniture, and for some reason, the bedding/comforter sets. i guess it seemed to hold promise of new and treasured things. also, our family shopped at Sears, so the items contained within those pages seemed accessible and attainable. a clear childhood memory. but i digress, yet again...
my kids hardly even know what a "Sears pose" is. still, on the night of the recent wrestling banquet when Hudson presented to me in the kitchen all clean and handsome, i asked him to give me his best Sears pose. this is what i got.
not bad, not bad...
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