Scrambling up onto a chair to reach the top of a wardrobe after a few glasses of wine probably wasn't my best idea. However what I discovered was well worth it.
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| On a sidenote... I'm glad my hair didn't suffer the 80s. |
This toy took me through many an afternoon at my Nan and Granddad's. And it wasn't even my toy. My Aunt was originally bought this when she was about 8 at Christmas. Though I've learnt via anecdote that when first putting the little stickers on the supermarket items my Mom and Uncle apparently took over, eliciting 8-year-old Aunty Sarah to say "Who's toy
is this?!"
The toy seems to have been made with so much care, each little can or piece of fruit is perfect. I think my favourite is the teeny tiny potatoes. Size-wise nothing really matches up unless you live in a world where washing powder comes in the same size box as fruit gums. Mmmm... giant fruit gums.
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| Tiny fruit! Loaf the size of a grapefruit, anyone? |
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| Tasty tasty plastic meat. |
Organising this little supermarket was a delightful activity for my Sunday afternoon even though I'm meant to be an adult. Less than a week before I turn 20 and I find myself playing with a much loved (yet distinctly childish) toy.
Not that my Aunt protested against playing with the supermarket either...
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