Any kind of catalogue, be it for home repair, clothing, food, interior design or crap...I cherish each and every one of them. But do I buy anything? Rarely.
Once, I bought my cat a cat hammock. She will sit next to it, or behind it but never ON it, the little shit.
Anyway, I just love to look at things. Hell, I once got this old lady catalogue full of things like support hose, muumuus and raised toilet seats and damned if I didn't go over every page like it was a damn Pulitzer-prize winning novel.
I practically pass out if I get one of those 'As Seen On TV' catalogues.
I don't know why or when I got into catalogues, but it seems that the poorer I get, the more catalogues I want to read...to see how the other half with disposable income lives, I suppose.
One of the library board members has become my catalogue pimp. She used to dump them on the free magazine table until she noticed that I snitched them. So, she's cut out the middle man and now delivers stacks of wierd catalogues to me every day. I get old people catalogues, home repair catalogues, clothing catalogues, pagan catalogues, food catalogues...it's wonderful. I call her my dealer.
She's got me hooked as surely as though she laced the catalogue pages with PCP.
Today she gave me a Tupperware catalogue. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.