It is no secret that I fly a lot.
And it is probably no surprise, then, that I am marginally obsessed with SkyMall. I have been since I was a little girl. Yes, the catalogues are always weirdly dirty and dog-eared. Yes, they are always tucked into the seat-pocket next to the vomit bag, and yes, the are periodically flecked with the detritus of previous passengers’ snacks and meals.
But still, I love SkyMall.
Because where else would one find this?
1) I am not kidding. This is actually A Thing. This is an Actual Photo of an Actual Edition of SkyMall that I Actually Snapped on an Actual Plane. 2) For $49.99, you too can potty train your cat faster than most people can train their kids.
I am also not kidding about this. It’s like someone found a men’s shirt factory that had been sealed since 1993, accidentally blew up half of it, and was left with shreds and shards of really crappy-looking shirts. Instead of cutting his losses, he decided Let’s just stitch all these remnants together and voila! One of a kind shirts for one of a kind men!
Just what I always wanted. An acrylic-on-canvas of my dog posed as a 17th Century French General. SkyMall, it’s like you know me better than I know me.
Admittedly, after I snapped all these pictures, I went home and started googling SkyMall to see if they had a website, or if I just had to order things out of a catalogue. To be honest, I sort-of hoped it was the catalogue-only option, because that was so weirdly dated and quaint that it fit in with my Big Picture view of SkyMall.
Alas, they had a website.
I’m now doubling up my monthly contributions to my savings in anticipation of buying that country home, just so I have some place to hang this little fella.
Truth be told, the SkyMall website is nowhere near as exciting as the paper version, which is always a lovely and unexpected adventure. I am just so lucky to have been raised on catalogues.