How do you feel about BSC collectibles? I have some cool stuff, like a Karen cloth doll (definitely the rarest BSC item I have) and the party-doll set left over from when I was a kid, and all of stuff I received from the Collector’s Club when that was around. Around sophomore year of high school, I got super into ordering BSC collectibles off of ebay. I once even bid on a lot of 20 identical address books. I’m not sure what I was planning to do with them–I don’t even need one address book. If I ever had a stoneybrookite contest of some sort, I guess I could use them as prizes. Anyway, one day I just stopped. There are some people with amazing collections of BSC stuff, like Ashley, who recently posted a picture of a BSC FANNY PACK she got off ebay. Awesome. But for some reason, having BSC merchandise, while it’s cool, doesn’t feel important to me. The stuff I won off ebay five years ago isn’t even on display–it just sits in my old room. My books are flung all around my mom’s house. I like the idea of having my collection perfectly lined up on a shelf, perhaps with other collectibles around them… but I know it’s not realistic. Sigh. When you have to fit your entire life into two suitcases (thanks airline regulations!), the 300 BSC books just don’t make the cut.
For me I think the feelings the books give me that trump having a collection. The “stuff” is nice, but it doesn’t invoke an emotional response for me. I’m even satisfied with just having ebooks instead of regular books. Maybe if there were like, BSC record books and notebooks that matched the ones from the series. That would be cool. That kind of collectible always really appealed to me. Like if you could have a collie cap like Kristy’s or some of Claudia’s crazy earrings or a snorkaphone. And OMG, a Krushers shirt! That’s the kind of stuff I want–not things that are more on the promotional side.
Text, however, supercedes all.
