Monday, August 15th, 2005
The Life of a Frugal Toy-Crazy Hoarder
I am a frugal toy-crazy hoarder. I buy stuff for Little Miss far in advance of her being capable of using it. I’m not talking about buying close-out winter clothing in March, in preparation for next November. I’m planning years into the future.
When Miss was a month old, I bought a two-foot-tall plastic toddler table and two chairs. It was an $80 set like-new for $5 at a garage sale. At 14 months, Miss sits at the table for about a minute, after I help her into the chair. She’ll be ready for the table in 6 months to a year.
We have a closet full of Lego blocks sorted into twelve 6 quart plastic tubs and Lincoln Logs fill a 12 gallon tub. Those are 3 or 4 years away from enjoyment.
I am crazy for garage sales. I found a mint back-up copy of Miss’ comfort object, the horse-pony-giraffe My Banky blanket, last weekend for a buck. (The original owner’s baby obviously suffered a mental impairment because he hated the blanket.)
Our house is filled with virtually new (used) toys, many probably appropriate for 2 or 3-year-olds.
We have several Little Tykes plastic climbing lawn toys. They were a bad call. Climbing toys have holes in various locations that are closed off by plastic stoppers. People invariably remove the stoppers and then snails, slugs and other crawlies get inside and die there. Yuck. I’ll have to unload them at a garage sale of my own.
After discovering Dinosaur Bob books last month, I’ll be hoarding William Joyce. I found a copy of Santa Calls at a used book store yesterday that I may blog about in the future. I’m guessing this book is good for 5-year-olds.
Why do I do it? To some degree, it may be a dad-thing to look for ways to save money on child expenses. I take the bargain when I find
it, so long as our storage space holds out.
The real motivation is excitement about the things I’m buying. I
can’t wait to build Lego and Lincoln Log stuff with Little Miss (hey,
they’re for girls, too.). I love William Joyce’s book art now, even if
it’s above Miss’ comprehension at the moment. And Little Tykes â€“ who
wouldn’t want a playground for their kid in their back yard?