Frederick's Of Hollywood

I'm always amazed by the postal mail. Not that I get much postal mail any more. But I enjoy the occasional sales flier or catalog. I don't enjoy all those horrible political ads. (For one thing, 99.9% of the time they're from the other party. And, 100% of the time they're saying things I find horribly offensive.)

Sometimes the mail will bring surprises. Like the invitation to tour a cryogenics facility (and, of course, purchase my own... uh?... plot?) or the sample of Rachel Ray dog food (I didn't know there even was such a thing, but that stuff is yummo!) or today, when I got a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog.

Frederick's of Hollywood? Me? Really? Isn't that like buying skim milk for Paula Deen's kitchen? Ha!

Anyway, it was a surprise because I didn't sign up for the catalog. I didn't even know Frederick's was still around. I honestly had not even seen a magazine ad for them since the late 80's. Not that I read many paper magazines any more.

Yes, I took a look at it. But my thought process ran more along the lines of "Yeowch. That looks uncomfortable." and "Well, that would never cover my belly flab." and "Sweet God! I certainly don't want to call attention to that part of my body!"