I haven't recieved a Harriet Carter in a long time, but I do faintly remember the "massagers" but never the nude aerobics--are you serious?! Harriet Carter, to me, used to mean nosehair trimmers, granny panties with control tops, fancy stove burner covers, and toilet rugs that doubled as miniature putting greens--oh, and clocks that made the sound of a different tractor on each hour. I'm curious, what was the product description accompanying the nude aerobics?

I never even heard of this catalog before, but I'm glad I know about it now. They have everything anyone would ever want!

I just read your Jason Mewes story after meeting him the other day in LA (I googled Jason Mewes interviews). He told me I was "naughty" too. What a sleazy and unoriginal line, haha :) Good story though.

Annie- I'm so glad you remember! I think we've been getting that catalog at my mom's house since I was born. Apparently, I was put onto some Progeny Mailing List or something. I love it. The best part is that, without fail, I find one or two items that actually seem like good ideas.

Neil- Yes, indeed. The catalog is a wellspring of usefully useless items. And joy. The only thing they don't carry? Suggestive comments.

Minx- He is a real sleaze, although I've known worse. Did he make you feel dirty the way he did me?

Yes he did! Particularly when leaning in to ask just what birthday I was celebrating that evening, in an obvious I'm-just-checking-to-see-if-you're-legal tone. Not a bad looking fellow though, I can send you the picture if you like.

You're right about that for sure; he's easy on the eye. Oooh, that's juicy stuff. I'd love to see a photo! And happy belated birthday.

Wow, haven't checked in in a few months, but had to write to say that the scary tree face ACTUALLY exists and must be selling, at least to a certain "family" relation in Cameron Park, CA! Having recently returned from the annual "family" outing for rafting the American River outside Sacramento, my first days duties there were to rebuild the horshoe pit across the back creek, which is shaded by a really nice overgrown oak bending ever so across the small rivulet (said creek!) that runs across the back property line... lo and BEHoLD (said with aghast or aplomb - you choose for me) - that SAME face peered at me endlessly for a week as I toiled over the horshoe pit ("regulation 40 feet apart on those poles Mister!") and I mocked it continously day to day, even considered de-facing the benevolent Oak in order to restore it's dignity to the two turtles and small crawdad now living in the creeks' pond I constructed the year before between two small waterfalls. But since it wasn't my place to install it - it surely wasn't my place to remove the bastard staring sleepy eyed across the back deck to any who crossed it's uncanny gaze... like the eye's of Jesus in those eerie paintings; it follows you as you traverse it's path from right to left and back again.

PS: I and we miss you, I do hope you come to Shanes Party. Honest to god, or at least the uncanny eye of the Tree Face....... Your long lost friend..........

Hey i worked for Harriet Carter Catalog and i remember we used to sell tons of the nude videos it was the highlight of our day. Well harriet Carter was funn good times.