So many tiny rubber shoes, so little time.
We don't spend nearly enough time pointing out great writing we see on other blogs, but when a reviewer really nails both the review and humorous essay format in one post, it reminds us of one of the things we like most about reviewing products - especially when the reviewer also neatly encapsulates our own ambivalent, frustrated experience with a
particular one.
From
Gearhead Mom:
Our daughter first fell in love with these infuriating little vixens when she was about two years old, when her interactions with the dolls consisted of bringing them to us for outfit donning or removal. If you’re the parent of a little girl between the ages of two and eight, then you’ve likely uttered nasty expletives while wrestling a centimeter-sized rubber skirt onto a rubber two-inch tart. Or you won’t allow Polly Pockets in your home.
Read the rest of her fantastic review
here.
I am still laughing. With two older girls I can totally relate to her post!
I fall into the “oh, Polly Pockets recall (forget that it’s for a specific product we never had)? Banned for life!” camp. But it’s the tiny SHOES that drive me to drink.