I recall the days when Tupperware and Avon were the home party king-pins.  In fact, other than traveling salespeople peddling encyclopedias and vacuums, burping plasticware and Skin-So-Soft were only available through prestigious home party sales.  I could not wait for the seasonal Avon catalog to be released.  It was the female pre-pubescent equivalent of the lingerie section of the Sears catalog for the boys.  Page upon glossy page of big girl glamour enticed me.  I don’t recall my mother ever hosting such a soiree which accounts for why I relied on taking babysitting jobs from Avon representatives to obtain free samples of girlie goodies.  Today, you could attend a home party nearly every night for four years and still not exhaust the product possibilities. …