A few weekends ago, my niece Addison discovered my old Cabbage Patch doll. As an eight-year-old, she was fascinated by my tales of Xavier Roberts and how I had an actual birth certificate with my Cabbage Patch doll’s name on it. Of course she wanted proof of this glorious detail. Because I’m the best aunt ever, I caved and begrudgingly climbed the folding ladder up into attic where stuff from
I was introduced to Athleta a few years ago by my good friend Rebecca. Her sister was in town, looking super cute as always, and because I gushed and gushed about Melanie’s attire, Rebecca told me that she shops at Athleta. You know, that store owned by the Banana Republic people. Why no, I did not know the store called Athleta owned by the good folks over at the Banana.
When IHGB reader Martha emailed me in March asking if I was ever going to release another Beaner Book List, I smiled. Martha and I get each other. We’ve never met, but I have a feeling we would be those friends who pass books back and forth. She’d call me to try and guess why I turned down the corner of a certain page. I would laugh at the jokes