It’s officially November, which means it’s time for my
annual roast of this year’s
Pottery Barn Kids Holiday catalog. Why? Because
when you use words like “sateen” and “luxe faux fur” and spelle wourds with
extra letteres or unnecessary diacritical
ɱäřķş in descriptions to sound
like a fancy bitch, you’re just asking for it imo. Last year, PBK was all sherpa-lined
obnoxiousness. This year, well, it’s still sherping obnoxious, but they’ve
somehow managed to turn it up a notch, and holy chamois-covered testicles is it
funny.
I hope you have a change of underwear handy, because I fully
intend on making tears run down your legs. Although, if you don’t, I’m sure PBK
has some $100 plush and lace chonies for people who piss pure excellence.
