Harriet Carter has my heart
I love the Harriet Carter catalog. From its array of As Seen on TV items (remember Didi Seven?) to its variety of products geared toward senior citizens (pill guillotine, anyone?) to its painful-looking beauty products (Harriet herself admits this facial massager looks like something out of a sci-fi), it's got something for everyone in your home and on your Christmas list. But while I can't leave the list of Web Exclusives unacknowledged, I have to say the experience is much fuller with the print catalog (so request yours today!). Paging through, you can envision your beloved grandma perusing it with measured skepticism before replacing it, dog-eared and carefully marked in felt-tip pen, in her magazine table. With one phone call, she could be just seven to ten business days away from a waist extender for Grandpa's pants, a blanket lifter to keep heavy, heavy blankets off her legs, Velcro tabs to do away with pesky blouse buttoning, and a finger-shaped novelty nose hair trimmer (for Gramps' 82nd birthday).
What's rather poignant about this publication, especially when viewed through this grandparent lens, is that intermittent appearance of grave-side memorials and accessories.
What's rather poignant about this publication, especially when viewed through this grandparent lens, is that intermittent appearance of grave-side memorials and accessories.