The Shopkins Baroness Speaks: Toy Hustlers

I’ll never forget the day I met ol’ chipped tooth. It was 9:45 on a sweltering August morning. My 3 year old had brought me to this lowly place in life, standing outside of a toy store, waiting for the … Continue reading

The Shopkins Baroness Speaks: The Day The Plastic Cried

Greetings from the frontlines, If I were a wide-eyed “doughboy” fighting it out in WWI circa 1914, I’d say¬†we were, “in the trenches.” As I write this letter to you, my dearest and most beloved reader, I’m fighting a war. … Continue reading