I'd say I'm about 23% done my Christmas shopping, and I'm only five days away from my self-imposed deadline of Dec. 14. Crap. I would be 27% done except for the insane demand around these Bamboletta dolls I wrote about recently. They're handmade dolls sewn in British Columbia, and the woman who does them sells them exclusively online through her website, AND she only puts like two dozen available for sale at any one time.
The last batch went onsale on Friday just as my wife had her online seminar tutorial thing, which for whatever boring reason requires her computer to be connected right into our modem, which means no one else can use our network, which means I had to head over to Ezra's Pound to try to snag one of the dolls. So I'm this grown man in a hipster coffee shop where the tables are so close to each other you're basically sitting on your tablemate's lap, and it was crowded, so the laptop zombies on either side of me were checking me out as I clicked through photo after photo of unconventional children's dolls. You could totally see the WTF thought bubbles floating above their heads.
The Bamboletta site said they'd post the dolls online between 3 and 3:30 p.m., EST, and so I started the clicking around precisely at the first moment they'd be available, and then kept at it, feeling progressively more silly as time passed. Why was it so important for me to get this doll? Well, really it wasn't. It was important for my wife. Why was it important for my wife? It had something to do with the dolls being handmade; the fact they were created in the spirit of love seemed to imbue the dolls with a special quality that made them appropriate for our daughter: a beautiful little girl for our beautiful little girl. And when I thought about it like that, getting one became important for me, too.
At 3:25 p.m. I refreshed my Firefox browser and the message "No dolls available, check back later," was replaced with this chart of doll pictures. How many? Maybe 20? I was too busy scrolling through to count. Hey, this is great. I was going to get one! Excited! But which one would be perfect for my daughter? At the bottom I found this:
Clemantine! What a great name! And she had blue eyes and blond hair, just like my daughter, and actually doesn't Penny have a cardigan somewhat similar to the pink one the doll wears? And Penny loves pink. Awesome. I clicked on the link to get to this:
Oooh, now I felt a little jolt of adrenaline as I clicked on the "buy" button. Ah, shoot! There was a red bar at the top that said something like, "Another buyer is buying this doll." Back to the main page, I found another doll with blond hair, but brown eyes, "Leona," and, bang, same thing again. No! Damnit. So I went different. I found a doll with chocolate skin and cute kinked-out pigtails and clicked on her. Gah! No dice! Damnit! Now I just clicked indiscriminately, I went through anything, but darnit, everything was taken, now. All sold out. I'd missed my chance.
Later when I thought about it, about the strange swiftness with which the whole slate of dolls sold out, I wondered whether some Mark Zuckerburg-type had written a script that sucked up all the dolls at the same time. Later, a Bamboletta search on eBay revealed a half-dozen dolls going for hundreds of dollars over Bamboletta's asking price. And there was my daughter's Clemantine! A different version, but still:
And then check this out:
Holy?! It's selling for $825 US? Sheesh! No way I'm spending that. Even if she does have purple hair. Really cool looking purple hair. Well, a part of me is tempted. But no! We don't have anywhere near that money! Even the $180 the doll cost originally was pushing it! And oh, does that ever bug me, that some Internet pirate is making money from something I could have bought!
But actually there's a bit of a happy ending to all this. The day after so many Bamboletta dolls were placed on eBay by evil Mark Zuckerberg Internet pirates, the Bamboletta owner, Christina, wrote a blog post explaining how she reconsidered her decision to sell the dolls by Internet auction. (Quick take: Before she thought it was evil to charge like $400 for dolls, but since other people are doing it, she'll do it, and give the extra money directly to her employees as a kind of Christmas bonus.)
So rather than all that surplus demand getting exploited to line the pockets of Internet pirates, it's going to nice British Columbia sewers. Which makes me feel a bit better.