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The Playroom Phoenix
🧸 Bringing vintage toys back to life ♻️
‍👩‍👧‍👦 CEO of chaos (also mom of 3)
✨ Serving vintage vibes & second chances
🛍️ Add to your cart because you are NEVER too old to play!

08/31/2026

Okay, apparently we’re doing this. 😂

These are two of the three tiny humans responsible for The Playroom Phoenix existing in the first place. The third is a tween and being photographed by her mother now requires advance notice, contract negotiations and possibly representation.

And in FOUR DAYS, their mother is going LIVE on Whatnot for the very first time.

This feels like a tremendous lapse in adult supervision.

If you’re new around here, I’m a mom of 3, collector of weird s**t, lover of vintage toys, nostalgia, random treasures and basically anything that makes my brain scream HOLY S**T I HAD THAT before I drag it home and add it to the increasingly concerning plastic civilization occupying my house.

Now I’m going to attempt to sell some of it.

Live. On camera. To actual humans.

What could go wrong.

Underneath all the sarcasm and mild hoarding tendencies, though, these three chaos goblins are the reason I keep building this weird little business. I’m trying to put a little extra on the table, create something of my own and build a solid future for them...while simultaneously teaching them that apparently Mommy’s retirement plan is vintage Barbie dolls and discontinued plastic.

So if you’ve been following The Playroom Phoenix, buying from me, sharing my nonsense, or just quietly observing from the bushes wondering what the hell I’m doing next...

I could really use you for this one ❤️

Come follow on Whatnot and bookmark my first show on 9/4.

Expect vintage toys. Childhood nostalgia. Random treasures. Sarcasm. Questionable commentary. And at least one moment where I hold up an object I PERSONALLY LISTED and immediately forget every known fact about it.

Come for the toys.

Stay to see whether I accidentally end the entire broadcast while trying to push a button.

🔥 THE PLAYROOM PHOENIX...FIRST LIVE SHOW 9/4 EST

https://www.whatnot.com/s/Wb5lNTb3

FOUR DAYS. GET IN THE PLAYROOM!!!

08/13/2026

I wasn’t even born until 1983, but I have to respect the absolutely feral confidence of video game marketing in 1982…

Because this Imagic catalog was promising CINEMA.

Demons. Space battles. Atlantis under siege. Humanity hanging by a thread.

Then you fired up the Atari and got:

Boop…

🔺

Beep…Beep…

▪️

And that triangle???

That’s you, babe.

Go forth and save civilization!

Nobody questioned it. Nobody demanded better graphics. If a yellow rectangle came flying across the screen, you used your imagination like God intended and understood immediately that it was probably hostile.

Honestly??? I love it.

They gave you 11 pixels, a joystick and a dream and said FIGURE IT OUT.

And we did.

Well…you did.

I was still waiting to be born. 😂

But I DO have Atari. And games. And an alarming amount of other vintage nonsense that has somehow become my entire personality.

So if you’d like to revisit the glorious days when a square could be literally anything with the right attitude, come follow me on Whatnot.

First live show: 9/4.

The Playroom Phoenix has officially risen from the ashes…

And apparently brought Atari cartridges with her. 🔥

https://www.whatnot.com/invite/theplayroomphoenix

08/12/2026

People keep telling me video is the future, which feels less like business advice and more like a threat directed specifically at me...

So apparently I’m going LIVE on Whatnot. 😂

Like…LIVE live.

No editing.

No deleting the part where my brain leaves the building mid-sentence.

No quietly googling something before pretending I knew it the whole time.

Just me, a basement full of vintage toys, several decades of nostalgic nonsense, and whatever amount of confidence is required to willingly broadcast yourself figuring out an entirely new platform in real time.

Could this be awesome??? Absolutely.

Could we dig through some incredible childhood treasures, laugh our asses off, and collectively remember the completely unregulated fever dream that was being a kid in the 80s and 90s? ?? YES!!!

Could I accidentally hit the wrong button, auction a Furby for 11 cents, disappear from camera entirely, and return holding something from 1987 yelling “WAIT. LOOK AT THIS S**T!!”...

Also yes.

And frankly, I think we all deserve to find out together.

🔥 THE PLAYROOM PHOENIX GOES LIVE SEPTEMBER 4TH AT 8PM EST.

And I actually need your help getting this little circus off the ground.

Download Whatnot using my referral link:

https://www.whatnot.com/invite/theplayroomphoenix

If you’re new to Whatnot, you can earn $25 shopping credit from Whatnot...

AND because I am apparently bribing people to witness my public learning curve...anyone who signs up through my link will also be entered to win one of TWO $10 Amazon gift cards from me as a thank-you. 💖

Then find , hit that little bookmark on the September 4th show, and come hang out.

Come for the vintage toys.
Come for the Barbies, games, weird forgotten treasures and giant intravenous injection of childhood nostalgia.

Come because you genuinely want to support me.

Or bring popcorn and quietly observe from a safe distance while I potentially make an absolute ass out of myself on the internet.

Support is support. I’m not asking questions. 😂

September 4th. 8PM EST.

This could be freaking fantastic.

This could be freaking painful.

Either way, I feel like you’re gonna want a bookmark. 🔥😂

07/01/2026

I would like to personally thank the marketing department at Kenner in 1986 for refusing to let a single vehicle just…be a vehicle.

An RV???
No, sweetheart…That’s a surveillance center with a hidden jet.

A Jeep???
Absolutely not…That’s a hydroplane with a freeze cannon.

A motorcycle???
Wrong again…Helicopter.

A gas station???
Military bunker.

A semi truck???
Missile command center.

Apparently in 1986 every trip to the grocery store had the potential to escalate into a full scale international incident.

And the names…Firecracker. Rhino. Vampire. Hurricane. Switchblade. Outlaw. Thunder Hawk.

Meanwhile my Barbie was over there hoping someone remembered to brush her hair.

The absolute confidence these catalogs had deserves its own award.

“Here’s a perfectly normal Camaro.”

…five seconds later…

FIGHTER JET.

No explanation.
No questions.
Just accepted by every kid in America.

Also…can we appreciate that after handing us enough transforming military hardware to invade a small nation, they were like…

“Now solve this word search.”

Childhood was truly a magical place.

And honestly???

I miss when toy catalogs felt less like shopping…and more like classified government documents that somehow ended up in the mailbox.

06/30/2026

You know what I miss???

Toys that looked like they were designed by someone who had exactly four colors available and unlimited optimism.

This 1979 Playskool catalog is basically proof that childhood used to be held together with primary colors, indestructible plastic, and parents who thought, “Sure…let’s give the toddler a wooden hammer. What’s the worst that could happen???”

We’ve got:
🧸 A teddy bear you literally mail shapes into.
☎️ A rotary phone so kids could spend three hours pretending to call absolutely no one.
🚤 Bath toys that somehow survived forty years of soap scum and still probably float better than my financial future.
🧩 Muppet puzzles.
🔨 Tiny workbenches.
📚 Magnetic letters that accidentally taught us to spell before YouTube had to sing the alphabet seventeen times.

And can we talk about those Stickle Bricks???

Whoever invented those looked at LEGO and said, “What if…but pointier?”

Every single kid who owned them built one incredibly questionable vehicle, one lopsided giraffe, and then left exactly ONE piece in the carpet where it patiently waited to become your father’s villain origin story.

Also…look at the final photo.

An ENTIRE STORE AISLE.

No locked cabinets.
No anti-theft spider wraps.
No “Press button for assistance.”

Just shelves…absolutely PACKED… because somewhere out there was a store manager who still believed people had self-control.

Adorable.

Anyway…excuse me while I continue my mission of documenting every toy catalog I can rescue before they disappear into the void.

Because somebody has to preserve the evidence that childhood peaked before everything needed batteries, Wi-Fi, firmware updates, and a monthly subscription. ❤️

🎥 Enjoy this little trip back to 1979.

06/28/2026

Remember when buying a video game meant you got…an entire novella???

Not a QR code…

Not a “scan here to accept 47 pages of terms and conditions”…

A WHOLE BOOK.

This 1981 Atari catalog wasn’t just “Here’s some games.”

No no…

It was basically:
“Greetings, young Timothy. Allow us to passionately explain why you should spend the next three months emotionally invested in moving a square through another square.”

Every page is absolute chaos.

You’ve got Olympic hockey immediately followed by cars firing missiles through city streets.

Educational math games sitting shoulder to shoulder with Old West shootouts.

“Let’s teach the children programming.”
“…and immediately after that, have them bomb a canyon.”

The marketing team clearly survived on black coffee, ci******es, and complete confidence.

Then they had the AUDACITY to start an official Atari Game Club.

For ONE DOLLAR.

Mail your application.
Wait six to eight weeks.
Receive a wallet card proving you were an elite member of society.

Kids today grind for digital skins.

We waited two months for the postal service to validate our personality.

And honestly???

Worth it.

These old catalogs are my favorite kind of time capsule because they accidentally preserve something nobody was trying to save…the feeling.

The excitement.
The artwork.
The over-the-top descriptions.
The absolute certainty that moving three pixels around your television was the future.

…and to be fair…

They weren’t wrong. 🎮

06/23/2026

I need to talk about the absolute fever dream that was 1987 toy marketing…

Because some executives at Hasbro gathered in a boardroom and said:

“What if Mad Max…but everyone is fighting over oxygen?”

And instead of being escorted from the building, they were handed a budget.

Friends…

The official storyline was that evil dictators called the Tyrants of Wind had seized control of ALL THE AIR.

Not land.

Not money.

Not oil.

AIR.

The thing literally surrounding everyone.

And the heroes??? A group called the Air Raiders who launched a full scale rebellion using air powered missiles, air powered vehicles, air powered bases, air powered everything.

The entire franchise was basically:

“Give me liberty or give me…breathing.”

Meanwhile kids were just sitting cross legged on the living room carpet like:

“Yes. This seems completely reasonable.”

Also…can we appreciate that every vehicle looked like it was designed by someone who had just watched Star Wars, drank six cans of Tab, and hadn’t slept since Tuesday???

The colors are aggressive.

The names are aggressive.

The concept is aggressively ridiculous.

And honestly???

That’s exactly why I love vintage toys.

Nobody was worried about realism…

They just looked directly at a pile of plastic and said:

“What if oxygen became political?”

10/10.
No notes.
Would absolutely join the air rebellion. 🤷‍♀️

06/18/2026

I swear vintage Fisher-Price catalogs are the gateway drug to nostalgia.

One minute you’re minding your own business…

The next minute you’re 47 pages deep into a 1966 parents guide thinking:

“You know what??? Maybe the tiny wooden duck was enough.”

No flashing lights.
No apps.
No Bluetooth.
No toy demanding a firmware update before it can disappoint your child.

Just wood.
Paint.
Wheels.
And an absolutely unreasonable amount of confidence.

Meanwhile modern toys need WiFi, a charging cable, a user agreement, and apparently a degree in troubleshooting.

I don’t know if things were actually simpler in 1966…

But I do know that every time I flip through one of these old catalogs, I suddenly develop a strong urge to sit on an avocado-green couch and discuss the merits of a pull-along dog.

And honestly???

That’s probably enough internet for today. 🤷‍♀️

06/17/2026

I need everyone to understand that this isn't concept art.

This isn't a movie prop.

This isn't something a guy built in his garage last week and posted on YouTube.

This was a REAL PRODUCT...

In 1986.

A 16 foot remote controlled flying saucer filled with helium that hovered over crowds, carried cameras, launched through dry ice, and was apparently flown by Prince Charles.

The best part???

The brochure says:

"People respond when they see the HYSTAR."

Yeah.

No s**t, Gary.

It's a flying UFO.

I'd respond too.

And before anyone asks if this thing actually flew...

It did.

One of the coolest pieces of footage I've found is in a video from Andre T. on YouTube (around the 7-minute mark), where you can actually watch the HYSTAR cruising around Expo 86 like the future showed up 40 years early.

The 1980s really woke up every morning and chose absolute nonsense.

And honestly???

I miss that level of commitment.

🎥 Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNcunCNi4L8

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