iCandy Cherry Review

17 May

The Hair Tourniquet and the Red Hot Cherry

I wanted to use the iCandy Cherry. But all I had left of it was this:
It was the first ride for Lucky Padraig/AKA Strollerprince 2.0. I had gotten used to it, and in my post-partum state, wasn’t keen to fool with something else. This is what it looked like before. Nice, no? Had all the accoutrements …carrycot, parasol, rain cover, footmuff…

But really, I had no choice but to use another stroller. And this is why.

The original Strollerprince was returning from a play date. As I went to answer the door, I noticed something askew. And that was, a hair wrapped around the tiny toe of newborn SP 2.0. Of course I tried to pull it off. And when I did, it snapped, and whipped tightly around the joint. As I carried him down to answer the door, I noticed it was beginning to swell. My friends were, of course, very concerned. But competent people that they are, they were convinced they could remove the torturous hair. They went to the car, and returned with a tweezers, and a large magnifying glass equipped with a light. (What kind of people carries that in their car? Yeah, those types.) Anyway, they approached the task with a methodical seriousness, turning the toe, discussing the best approach. Then the husband drove up. And he got in on the discussion. And the toe continued to swell. Gently, very gently, they attempted to extricate the poor little toe from the death grip of the hair. And more it swelled. Now a few neighbors had joined in the discussion, offering their suggestions. Talking, talking, talking. And the toe resembled a purple mushroom. At this point, I felt a heat rise up within me. I grabbed Lucky Padraig, and ran. Over my shoulder, I yelled that they could continue their talking, or they could meet me at the hospital emergency room. Because that is where I was heading.

I’m sure I fairly flew there. I was now being propelled by panic. I drove right up to the door. I was lucky there were no other cars. I jumped out and ran in the door. Again I was lucky, because a doctor spotted me rushing in. I guess he figured a panic stricken mom running with a baby couldn’t be good. He grabbed me and pulled me straight into the operating room, no admissions, no paperwork. He took one look at SP 2.0 and said “What you have here is a hair tourniquet. (Yes, this is an actual medical diagnosis. It is also known as a “toe tourniquet.”) And if we don’t remove it, he will lose his toe.” I was lucky there were no other patients there at the time, so he could spend all his time with us. And I was lucky that, despite the fact that it was a holiday, and the doctor had waist length hair, beads, and cut-offs, he was a great doctor. At least the nurses seemed to think so. Judging by the numbers that kept coming in, flirting, giggling, and gazing at him adoringly.

In any case, he cut. Lucky Padraig screamed like he never has, before or since. And we waited. Waited to see if he got it. Hair tourniquets are a diabolical thing. The hair is so fine that you can’t see it, when it wraps around a tiny toe joint. Yet it is so strong, it has a “cheese wire” affect. Yes, the soft baby skin is the cheese, ugh.
Now while we were waiting, the husband showed up with the original Strollerprince, who is now more interested in Star Wars than strollers. As he sat there bored, he remembered something. And that was, that he had left his light sabers in Mommy’s car. Ah ha! Something to do, something to play with! But, Mommy was worried, and he didn’t want to bother her. He knew the answer! He could get the keys himself, and open the car. He had seen Mommy and Daddy do it hundreds of times. How hard could it be? And with Mommy so busy with the baby, she wouldn’t notice if he snuck them out of her purse….

So he did, and he was triumphant. In the meantime, SP 2.0’s toe was much worse. The cutting had not helped. “Unfortunately”, said Dr. long hair Fabio, “we are going to have to use the scalpel, and cut to the bone.” Ugh. And so he did. And then Lucky Padraig screamed even louder than ever. And still we saw no hair. However, as the minutes slowly ticked by, the swelling began to go down. It was still purple, but losing the mushroom effect. Success! And then we were discharged to go home. His toe was fine, and all’s well that ends well.
Except….in the morning, I went out to my car to return to the hospital for a re-check. This time I wanted to use the iCandy Cherry. So I opened the back, and ………it was…….empty. Where the Cherry normally slept, there was….nothing. It is a horrible feeling to go for your beloved stroller, only to find it gone. Who had her? Where was she? How in the world…..And then SP sheepishly confessed, that he “sneaked my keys out of my purse.” “I knew how to unlock the car, but I didn’t know how to lock it back up”, he said.

So that is the story of the Hair Tourniquet, and the Red Hot Cherry. I did drive around for a few days, calling her name….scouring Craig’s List, Ebay, and the classifieds for hot goods, even hitting up a few garage sales to see if we could find her, and bring her home. Yes that is how much we loved her, and that is how much we missed her. If you get one yourself, you will see. 

 Did I ever get her back? That is a story for another day. Because now it is time, dear citizens of Strollerland, to tell you the tale of the i’coo Targo and the contrarian librarian.

ICandy Cherry Stats:
Weight: (w/seat) 24.5 pounds
with bassinette: 27 pounds
Folded: 23.5 x 34.5 x 14
Width: 23″
Length: 29.5
Height: 40″
Seat Width: 12″
Seat Depth: 10″
Seat Height: 20″
Seat to Canopy: 24″
Drop to Footrest: 8″
Bassinette: 32.5 x 12.5 x 8.5

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2 Responses to “iCandy Cherry Review”

  1. Anonymous December 9, 2009 at 5:20 pm #

    Dear Ms. Strollerqueen,Thank you for your lovely story. I admit, I didn't quite understand it all but I assume that this is because you're mentally unbalanced. I'm also not a big fan of red, so had you had pictures of a blue or green one then I might have actually read your whole article. I'm bewildered by the bit about the hair tourniquet and slightly concerned that they let you loose with a child (I'm assuming that you have a young child and don't just play with buggies for fun, although I could well be mistaken).I did like the word 'footmuff' though. I'll endeavor to utilize this word in my normal day-to-day communications with the hope of impressing people and trying to integrate it into common usage. However, I'm not entirely sure what context to use it in, so I'll just keep randomly placing it in sentences and hopefully no one will notice that I have no idea what it means. I think you'll have to agree with me though that the name 'iCandy' is mis-leading. At first I thought this was a story abut a new application for the iPhone of that Apple had started making confectionery, so you can imagine my disappointment when I found your drivel about a push-chair.I'm not entirely convinced by your story though. You say that your car was left unlocked and only the buggy was stolen? Have you actually looked at the buggy? Who the fudge-buckets would want to steal that? And why didn't they just nick your car instead? I can only assume that you made this up to claim on the insurance and holiday in Hawaii; creating this blog in the pointless endeavor to convince the insurance company that your story is true. However, I am willing to admit that you may be telling the truth, as you do say it was stolen at night so the perp may have mistaken it for a dead animal. Otherwise they'd have serious issues! I mean – how steals a buggy? Unless it was an attention-seeking baby… I've seen them lurking around street corners waiting to strike!Anywho, thank you for your lovely story. I shall now return to poking cats in the yes with sticks. Maybe I should write a story about that…Alex

  2. Anonymous January 6, 2010 at 11:28 am #

    What a wierdo (above) obviously SHOULDN'T be allowed near young children!

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