Another Hot Item

We talked of sending our Catalan nieces hand-tied fleece blankets, something my wife relishes making and are really quite fine to receive.  I’ve bundled up in one often and it really is rather snuggly.  Now along with this cool idea of giving handmade gifts, was finding a fleece print we were convinced, would thrill their little hearts.

    We had learned earlier that both girls are just ecstatic over anything with Hello Kitty on it, (full name Kitty White or in Japanese Kiti howaito).  I’m really unsure just how this pre-adolescent female marketing blitz got down to single digit aged girls, but its massive success shows no signs of evaporating any time soon.

   Because the art of video subtitling has developed so well today, Japanese cartoons can be enjoyed globally. It’s a testament to not just clever application of technology, but to never-resting guile of greed.

   But never mind all of that.  

The girls are bonkers for anything with Hello Kitty on it, as we oblige this appetite with sending Hello Kitty goodies from the States to Spain every Christmas holiday season and birthdays; or at least we had until now. 

  As my wife pointed out, they are growing older and we know what happens with that.  I mean, my own son was a great fan of the Transformers, and ours was a collection of paraphernalia to rival any hint of a museum dedicated to the cartoon characters; then poof they were out and Mutant Teenage Ninja Turtles were in; change all bedroom linen and pajamas accordingly!  

I myself remember morphing in my youth, from insect adoration to dinosaurs with ease, but my parents were befuddled by my so-called fickle nature of falling in love with themes.  So true it would be with these girls. They would eventually, and without notice, decide that HK was lame.  Then, by association, we would be out-of-touch Tia e Tio; relegated to false signs of enthusiasm (humor the affected) while our token gifts would be tossed out at the earliest opportunity, or tucked away in the far recesses of dark closets.  Yes, we would be held to private ridicule for not having a clue because we missed the maturing zig (or zag) towards Pocahontas or Barbie. 

Would it be prudent to invest time into making blankets with themes that may very well be passé in a few months?  We ponder such things.

I think they have hospital wards for these sorts of chic afflictions, but I’m wary to inquire due to my concerns over missing key changes from here on in.  What next? My own wardrobe?