Mood:
quizzicalNow Playing: "Cars" - for the Wii, with Beloved and Dearest playing
Guess I'm reminiscing a bit. Beloved Hubby was home today, so I didn't get near the Studio - but I got to spend time with him, and the sewing machine will be there Monday. Never get near the place on weekends, either ! 
Hit a Star Wars site, and most of it was stories about new figures, playsets, Lego, and various other stripes of collectables as they become available. Bear in mind, this was a SW-themed *news* site, not a toy distributorship. But like dolls, it's all about buying and selling and owning now, not so much remembering and creating and enjoying. About the eighth time I read ‘this variant will be in roughly 1 of 1000 shipped boxes, so good luck and happy hunting for the complete set !' I had enough. I don't really do that much anymore. Artificially created ‘collectables' and me have gone our separate ways. About all I want these days is a wide-release Enchanted guy (mostly because of the brand-new head sculpt and his clothes) doll and a video chair for the living room. Dearest Son keeps loading the sofa with Transformers and Cars characters, rendering it unloungeable.
But there was a time I'd have run my wide rump off, seeking, searching, hunting feverishly for a $5. miniature of a character I didn't even like - possibly didn't even know - just so I could say I found it. I thought it was fun. And now I wonder why. I ditched most of my Star Wars stuff dirt cheap to an overjoyed younger generation at a yard sale. A few special things I kept, like my Leia doll, but most of what I held on to were memories, before Episode I, when I loved perhaps differently than I do now.
I don't know when things changed, exactly. Was it when I could let go of all I so voraciously hoarded, because I had a better idea of what truly mattered ? Or was it leaving the theater after Phantom Menace, wondering just what the (*&^ we'd just paid $30. and stayed up all night to see exactly was ?
I think maybe the fangirl grew up, and realized that plotting and negotiating the twists and turns of her own life was better than fantasizing and frantically shopping in a simultaneous attempt to validate the choice and plug the holes the fantasies opened. It's tough to be a woman - even one that still plays with dolls and kind of wants to play Disney Princess : Enchanted Journey on the Wii - but the rewards are much richer than anything gained by chasing after Limited Editions and For Display Only artifacts.
