I watched wrestling all the time when I was little. Stayed up late at sleep-overs to catch the just before midnight shows, read my friend's brother's wrestling magazines... which in truth were not a far stretch from the romance (definitely lowercase r) novels I used to read at my Grandma's house. Yes, this might explain my youthful affinity for hot pink spandex and snake wrangling. My amazing mother even hauled all three kids to see the WWF b.f.b.p.l. or before fits by panda lovers invented the WWE. Remember - I grew up in a town without stop lights so this was my version of big city living. Gifts for siblings? Covered for the next couple of years by the genius of the fantastic shops shown here.