(Kevin Scanion, NYT)
which is why they didn’t buy me a$250,000 playhouses like this one. Turns out the “building fancy child playhouses for the wealthy” business is doing just fine in this economy.
Barbara Butler, an artist and playhouse builder in San Francisco, said her sales are up 40 percent this year, and she has twice as many future commissions lined up as she did this time last year. Not only that, but the average price of the structures she is being hired to build has more than doubled, from $26,000 to $54,000.
“Childhood is a precious and finite thing,” Ms. Butler said. “And a special playhouse is not the sort of thing you can put off until the economy gets better.”
So parents. Are you putting off your child’s special playhouse in the hopes that the economy will turn around soon?
Another story that hit my radar is about a 25-year-old bride who got pushed into a pool during her bachelorette party and became paralyzed. After a year’s delay of medical treatment, etc., she married her husband yesterday.
I know there isn’t an ideal time to get paralyzed, but at your bachelorette party seems pretty unfortunate. And who are the other players in the drama? Her best friend, who “playfully” pushed her into the pool. Who wants to be that girl? Will she be regret that third shot of tequilla for the rest of her life? Or was she sober and can only blame her fully functioning mind?
And the husband. What if he had spent the week before the accident rethinking their impending marriage? No way to leave now. Or, no way to leave without looking like a scumbag. Should you ever stay with someone out of guilt?
I’m being a Debbie Downer here though. Everyone seems to have come through this ordeal remarkably intact. It’s amazing what we can pull through.