Ok, this is going to be a big week. There will be a brand new Toy Chest Tuesday tomorrow. I am really looking forward to it. I also sat down with a fascinating man for this month's Heroic Hottie. It was probably the most shocking interview I have ever had with a toy.
Aside from all my kooky charm, I do want to talk about the dangers of growing old. Like all the great PSAs from those lovely '80s cartoons, I have my own tragic cautionary tale. Recent imaginary studies have been done that have shown that the average age of the modern day toy collector is only getting higher, which means that there are many pitfalls in this world that must be addressed. Quality control means a great deal more than when we were all kids and didn't know any better. But what happens when the toy shelves become hazardous to our own health?
Most readers know that I have a soft spot for Funko's POP! Vinyl figures. They are really cute and Funko has a POP! figure for just about everything. I could drive myself crazy trying to collect them all, but I just pick and choose what I can. So the Little Mermaid Ariel figure has been on my hit list for awhile. I have searched near and far for the red head with fins, and there are only a few stores in my area that sell POP! figures: Barnes and Noble and my comic store.
This weekend I got up super early to go fishin. I had my hair wrapped up on top of my head. There wasn't a stitch of make up on my face. I was in yoga pants and a tank top. I was under a stealth mission to find the Little Mermaid at one of the Barnes and Noble stores near my house, which meant I was not wanting to run into a single soul. The worst thing is to run into someone you know, only to look like a mess. No matter how progressive I am, I am still a southern woman. If I'm going to walk out of my house looking like a mess, I will do it super early when most folks are sleeping.
Anyways I made it to Barnes and Noble. I really love how the bookstore has all kinds of items for sale. I love it. There was also a great deal of POP! items too. The biggest problem was that the racks were full of items. The wrong items. I couldn't find a Little Mermaid to save my life.
Squatting to the floor, I did one final look at the bottom row. This is where things get real tragic. As I tried to get up, I lost my balance and fell backwards into the rack of items behind me. I landed on my damn hip (thank goodness for natural padding) and I was just sprawled out like a hot mess. I had some KISS POP! Vinyl figures falling on me along with some Star Wars bobble head toys. I hit that damn rack hard and I was just mortified. Absolutely mortified. When did I become the 83 year old that has fallen and can't get up? It was awful. And no Ariel to boot? Positively the worst.
So I just was there sprawled out for a couple of seconds on the ground. This has not been my first brush with falling, especially for a toy. I mean I gave myself a slight concussion once over a Happy Meal toy. The good thing was that no one noticed. I mean I am not entirely sure that is a good thing, but I am a hot mess southern dorkette that would have died had someone run up to me offering to help me up. Just died. I mean what would She-Ra have done? (She-Ra probably never would have fallen, but whatever.)
Anyways the PSA is pretty simple. Be careful when huntin' for the latest in collectible fun. You could fall. I mean seriously. Of all the things, I had to fall in a Barnes and Noble bookstore. Also, why must stores make everything so low to the ground anyway? I'm not even that tall, but damn did I have to go low just to see what was on that bottom rack.
That is about it for that. Be back soon though, there are some wonderful things to read. And, if you are a big time fan of Frosta, the ultimate POP sex symbol, hurry now to Mattycollector.com because she went on sale today and she is almost gone! Everyone needs a Frosta (and the best thing is that you order her online, without having to fall.) Hope you are all well!!