I used to love Spencer’s Gifts – the penultimate shop for the young.
Blacklights? Yep. Weird and delightful decorations? They’ve got it covered.
When I was a kid, once we made our way past the dinosaurs, from time to time there was a clay tablet version of Spencer’s catalog in the mailbox.
Okay, I fibbed about the dinosaurs, but since this was before shopping malls Spencer’s was mainly a mail order house.
But then came the malls. I remember lusting over a Darth Vader helmet at Spencer’s back in the 1970s. Alas, it was almost forty bucks, well above my means at the time.
Yes, I’ve since acquired one – I think that’s why I get e-mail advertisements from Spencer’s.
I see the 20-something models portraying independence and hedonism in their ads, but I don’t criticize. Why?
Because when I was that age, that was exactly where I was – just not so photogenic.