Polly. Pockets.

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Okay, so this post actually brought a tear to my eye, and I'm sure many women my age can relate. It actually pains me to think that all of my old Polly Pocket toys are just collecting dust in my attic. I can only hope that they will still be recognizable by the time I resurrect them from their boxes...

Polly Pockets were in a league of their own at the toy store, right next to Barbie. The cases were pocket-size (hence the name), and I carried mine around with me everywhere. Inside each case was a unique, miniature-sized world of tiny little people - the most popular of whom was blonde-haired Polly. The themes of each case ranged from underwater castles to Beverly Hills-like mansions, complete with indoor swimming pools and tanning beds.

Polly Pockets were such a simple and loveable concept. Looking back, I realize how wonderful they were, not only for me as a child, but for my mother who never had to worry about cleaning up after the compact toy.

A similar toy that I was absolutely enamored by as a child was Littlest Pet Shop, which was basically the same idea as Polly Pocket but with animals. But I will save that topic for another blog...

Until next time,

Mel